Something So Far Away

           ...... perhaps, when it got utterly dark, the peace of the darkness would become the same as light, so that my last experience would become as mysterious and musical as my first, so that in my last darkness there might not be the same need of understanding something so far away as the world anymore.

Derek Raymond (Robin Cook)
He Died with His Eyes Open
1984

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The Last Defence

I studied him and realised that madness is the last defence of the mind when it can't hope to reconcile itself with events .........

Derek Raymond 

How the Dead Live

1986

He Died with His Eyes Open

He Died with His Eyes Open
Jacques Deray
1985

Passed for Sleep

         I fell into a feverish state that passed for sleep at times. In it I dreamed that I had lost my suitcase on a train. A shrouded woman was sitting opposite in the same compartment, and the train, unlit, halted at a big country junction. The woman, though we hadn't exchanged a word was important to me. Next, both woman and suitcase disappeared. I knew I had to find both immediately and searched the train which was packed without success. Finally I got of it to look on the platform ; it was blinding down with rain. Thousands of people were hurrying about round me, jostling each other. When I found no sign either of the woman or my case I turned to get back on the train again, only to find that it had left. Now I was alone under the glaring lamps, the wet rails.

How the Dead Live
Derek Raymond
1986

In the End You Wonder

              Every day you amass knowledge in a frantic race against death that death will win. You want to find out everything in the time you have : yet in the end you wonder why you bothered, it'll all be lost. I keep trying to explain this to anyone who will listen. 

Derek Raymond

He Died with His Eyes Open

1984

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Jack Vettriano

Against the General Contract

        The black novel is mankind driven to madness in a bar or in the dark ..............
                                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
     The universal human struggle against the general contract, whose terms are unfulfillable, and where defeat is certain.

Derek Raymond

No God Waits

                I am a minor figure, for whom no god waits ..............

Derek Raymond
How the Dead Live
1986

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Eve Arnold
Times Square

Derek Raymond

Where the Ghosts Go

                            I go where the ghosts go. I go where the evil is.

The Devil's Home on Leave
Derek Raymond
1985

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Eddie O'Bryan

Ghost of the Detective #4

Maltese Falcon

Violent Cop

Le Samourai

Hammett

Vertigo

Insomnia

Blade Runner

Under Suspicion

Serpico

Angelheart

Last in Line

            We work on obscure, unimportant, apparently irrelevant deaths of people who don't matter and who never did. We have the lowest budget, we're last in line for allocations, and promotion is so slow that most of us never get past the rank of sergeant .................. We spend our time looking in dead men's faces, in their rooms, into the motives of their friends, if any, lovers and enemies.

He Died With His eyes Open
Derek Raymond
1984

reblogged from Lost Classics of Noir
Brian Greene
Criminalelement.com

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Doug Dabbs

Derek Raymond

           Every day you amass knowledge in a frantic race against death that death must win. You want to find out everything in the time you have ; yet in the end you wonder why you bothered. It'll all be lost. I keep trying to explain this to anyone who will listen.

He Died with His Eyes Open
Derek Raymond
1984

        Often talked about as the darkest of all the British based Hardboiled authors, his fiction is certainly not for the squeamish. He produced a number of novels which featured the nameless detective working on cold cases and became known as the Factory series.

He Died with His Eyes Open
The Devil's Home on Leave
How the Dead Live
I Was Dora Suarez
Dead Man Upright