Fragments of Noir

Wednesday, 2 December 2020

She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money's worth that night.

James M. Cain

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Jack Vettriano

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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