Showing posts with label John D. MacDonald. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John D. MacDonald. Show all posts

Monday, 9 December 2013

Florida Noir

John D. MacDonald
Gil Brewer
Charles Willeford
Douglas Fairbairn
James Hall
Elmore Leonard
Charles Williams
Thomas McGuane
Barry Gifford

Night Moves
Body Heat
Miami Blues
Cat Chaser
Blood and Wine
Key Largo
Absence of Malice

Saturday, 26 October 2013

Could Get Him Killed

                   The adult you pretend to be convinces himself that the risk is worth the game, the game worth the risk. Tells himself the choice of lifestyle could get him killed - on the Daytona track, the bull-ring, falling from the raw steel framework forty stories up, catching a rodeo hoof in the side of the head.

John D. MacDonald
A Tan and Sandy Silence

Jeff Brouws
Capri motel
Joplin Missouri 1993
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Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Most Deadly Commitment

                At times it seems as if arranging to have no commitment of any kind to anyone would be a special freedom. But in fact the whole idea works in reverse. The most deadly commitment of all is to be committed only to oneself. Some come to realize this after they are in the nursing home.

John D. MacDonald
The Lonely Silver Rain

Monday, 30 September 2013

From Which he Came

              Bugs would eat the wax, chaw the old canvas. And one day there would be a mutation, and we will have new ones that can digest concrete, dissolve steel and suck up the acid puddles, fatten on magic plastics, lick their slow way through glass. Then the cities will tumble and man will be chased back into the sea from which he came ...............

John D. MacDonald
The Deep Blue Goodbye

Michael Wriston
reblogged from Kyle Marffin-Pinterest

Tuesday, 24 September 2013

Too Damn Old

                            He thought, as the locked truck slid and hit ; Too much time staring at the pretty girl Cherrick. Too much dreaming. Too old Cherrick, too damn old.

John D. MacDonald
Cry Hard, Cry Fast

Peter Lindbergh-Vogue China
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Sunday, 15 September 2013

Stacked Against You

                      If all the cards are stacked against you, reshuffle the deck.

John D. Macdonald

Rene Jacques

Saturday, 7 September 2013

Noir is a Colour

               This was the mature female of the species, vivid, handsome and strong, demanding that all the life within her be matched. Her instinct would detect any hedging, any dishonesty, any less than complete response to her - and then she would be gone for good.

John D. MacDonald

Andreas Feininger
Times Square 1950
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Tuesday, 3 September 2013

Never Lose your Head

                       It can happen to anybody, getting hung up on some twenty-year old quiff. Like the little dog in the freight yard, and the train nips off the end of his tail and he yelps and spins around and it cuts off his head. Never lose your head over a piece of tail.

John D. MacDonald

Lindsay Lohan
Paul Schrader
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Saturday, 30 June 2012

Dress Her in Indigo

                            Any man who outgrows the myths of childhood is ninety-nine per cent aware and convinced of his own mortality. But then comes the chilly breath on the nape of the neck, a stirring of the air by the wings of the bleak angel. When a man becomes one hundred per cent certain of his inevitable death he gets 'The Look'.

Dress Her in Indigo
John D. MacDonald

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Cry Hard, Cry Fast

                                               In the final moment before the blackness, she felt acute irritation with the formlessness, the messiness of it. This was destruction and waste, devoid of pattern and meaning. She would be helpless amongst strangers.

Cry Hard, Cry Fast
John D. MacDonald

                                This forgotten classic noticed on Cullen Gallagher's