Fragments of Noir

Friday, 13 November 2015

I feel i stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me.

Patricia Highsmith
The Price of Salt
1952

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Carol

2015

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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