Fragments of Noir

Tuesday, 2 June 2015

I saw a cop leaning against the front of a drug store. He had on a dirty shirt and needed a shave. Main street was littered with trash.

Solomon's Vineyard

Jonathan Latimer

1941

fragments of noir: 'It was one of those hot dry Santa Annas that come down thru the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. ............ Red Wind- Raymond Chandler

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