Fragments of Noir

Tuesday, 9 June 2020

The single "whack" seconds later of the coup-de-grace was lost in the rising din of traffic from beyond the walls.

Day of the Jackal

Frederick Forsyth

1971

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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