Fragments of Noir

Wednesday, 6 June 2018

Chandler wrote the kind of guy that he wanted to be, Hammett wrote the kind of guy that he was afraid he was.

James Ellroy

The Paris Review
2009

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Hammett's Grave

Arlington, Virginia 2012

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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