Fragments of Noir

Thursday, 31 March 2016

Stare Into my Face

The sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.

James Crumley
The Last Good Kiss
1978

fragments of noir

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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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