Fragments of Noir

Tuesday, 18 January 2022

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

Farewell My Lovely
Raymond Chandler
1940

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Farewell My Lovely
1975

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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