In his compassion and his art, Gardner moves beyond race, beyond guilt and punishment, as Twain and Melville did, into a tragic forgiveness. I've rarely read such a beautiful and individual novel as this one.
Ross MacDonald
Hopperesque
Showing posts with label Fat City. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fat City. Show all posts
Thursday, 28 March 2019
Monday, 18 March 2019
In the Ring
After Dark My Sweet
Requiem for a Heavyweight
Hurricane
The Set Up
Fat City
Raging Bull
Hard Times
Killers Kiss
On the Waterfront
Saturday, 9 March 2019
Tuesday, 22 January 2019
Conrad Hall
In Cold Blood
Jennifer 8
Fat City
Harper
Road to Perdition
Cool Hand Luke
Day of the Locust
Tequilla Sunrise
Black Widow
Wednesday, 15 March 2017
Every Sinner ........... 2
Angelheart
Fat City
Too Late
Pickpocket
Blood Simple
Vertigo
The Conversation
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Wednesday, 5 October 2016
Thursday, 1 September 2016
Was That All There Was
Still he was uncertain. He wondered if everything had gone as it should. Was that all there was to it ?
Fat City
Leonard Gardner
1969
Tuesday, 5 April 2016
It Belonged to Him
No one was worth the gift of his life, no one could possibly be worth that. It belonged to him alone, and he did not deserve it either. Because he was letting it waste. It was getting away from him and he made no effort to stop it. He did not know how.
Leonard Gardner
Fat City
1969
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The Set Up
1949
Thursday, 7 January 2016
Meaning of the Blues ...... 5
Ride the Pink Horse
The Conformist
Nightmare Alley
Vertigo
Point Blank
On the Waterfront
Fat City
Night and the City
Union City
Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia
Rififi
Thursday, 24 December 2015
Fat City
All i need's a fight and a woman. Then i'm set. I get the fight i'll get the money. I get the money i'll get the woman. There's some women that love you for yourself, but that don't last long.
Fat City
Leonard Gardner
1969
http://www.thestacksreader.com/down-and-out-in-fat-city/
Monday, 28 October 2013
Dark Contours
Wes saw flat misty fields, fences, barns, the dark contours of distant hills. Waking again to the faint sound of music, the motor silent, only Babe and Bobby gone from the car, the others sleeping, Wes saw a low building in the fog with ' Regal Pale' glowing in blue neon in a window, and was overcome with dejection.
Fat City
Leonard Gardner
1969
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Tijuana 1967
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