Fragments of Noir

Monday, 1 February 2016

Flirting with this disaster became me

It named me as the fool who only aimed to be

Almost Blue

(Costello)

Chet Baker

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Paul Himmel
Grand Central Station
1947

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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