Fragments of Noir

Saturday, 25 November 2017

The wet air was as cold as the ashes of love.

Raymond Chandler

Farewell My Lovely

1940

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Ruth Orkin

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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