Fragments of Noir: May 2015

Sunday, 31 May 2015

On Every Corner

My name is Matt and i'm an alcoholic. A woman i know got killed last night. She hired me to keep her from getting killed and i wound up assuring her that she was safe and she believed me. And her killer conned me, and i believed him, and she's dead now and there's nothing that i can do about it. And it eats me and i don't know what to do about that, and there's a bar on every corner and a liquor store on every block, and drinking won't bring her back to life but neither will staying sober, and why the hell do i have to go through this. Why ?

Lawrence Block
Eight Million Ways to Die
1982

Brassai

Saturday, 30 May 2015

World Outside

Sunset Boulevard
Billy Wilder
1950

Quai des Orfevres

Quai Des Orfevres
Henri Georges Clouzot
1947

Sunday, 24 May 2015

Long Enough

Stay in this business long enough and every street leads to a place you'd like to forget. Every case brings back memories of what you should have done and what might have been. And every skirt reminds you of another woman. Or, if you've got it bad enough, the same woman.

Two Jakes
1990

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Two Jakes

No Love Dying

There will be no love dying here for me

There will be no love that's dying here

The mirror that fell from the wall was tragedy that's all

It rests upon a rusty nail

Before it made it's fall

No Love That's Dying

(Porter)

Gregory Porter

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Jerry Cooke
Grand Central 1940

Friday, 22 May 2015

Such as They Were

I didn't mind what she called me, what anybody called me. But this was the room i had to live in, it was all i had in the way of a home. In it was everything that was mine, that had any association for me, any past, anything that took the place of a family. Not much ; a few books, pictures, radio, chessmen, old letters. Stuff like that. Nothing. Such as they were. They had all my memories.

Raymond Chandler

The Big Sleep

1939

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