Fragments of Noir

Tuesday, 12 April 2016

This damn burg's getting me. If i don't get away soon i'll be going blood-simple like the natives.

Dashiell Hammett

Red Harvest

1929

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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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