Hopperesque
Wednesday, 8 March 2017
Tuesday, 7 March 2017
Saturday, 4 March 2017
Thursday, 2 March 2017
Wednesday, 1 March 2017
Thursday, 23 February 2017
Wednesday, 22 February 2017
Monday, 13 February 2017
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
Friday, 10 February 2017
That's the System
I think the way you stop it is to shrug it off. Or take it with your tongue in your cheek. Sure that's the system. At any rate it's the system that works for you. It's the automatic control board that keeps you out there where nothing matters, where it's only you and the keyboard and nothing else. Because it's gotta be that way. You gotta stay clear of anything serious.
David Goodis
Shoot the Piano Player
1956
imageRichard Virgil
Tuesday, 7 February 2017
Thursday, 2 February 2017
Wednesday, 1 February 2017
Thursday, 26 January 2017
Chester Himes
He had a broad flat face, rough reddish skin and little reddish eyes from which tears leaked continuously. He was called Red Johnny. He might have been related to Pinky.
He wore a white silk shirt open at the throat, green-and-red checked suspenders, tan gabardine pants, white and tan wing-tipped shoes, and the usual heavy gold jewellery denoting a successful pimp; gold ring with a huge milky stone of unknown origin, gold ring with three-quarter-carat yellow diamond, and a gold lodge ring with the outline of an owl with two ruby eyes.
He crossed glances with Red Marie, standing to the left and behind Coffin Ed, then he spread his thick fingered hands and looked at the gun bulge on Coffin Ed's shoulder.
Chester Himes
The Heat's On
1961
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Monday, 23 January 2017
Sunday, 22 January 2017
There Was No Answer
She disappeared. I got up and put my clothes on and listened before I went out, but there was no answer. When I reached the sidewalk in front of the house the taxi was just pulling up. I looked back. The house seemed completely dark.
Raymond Chandler
Playback
1958
Daylight Noir
Catherine Gorman
Friday, 20 January 2017
Make It Back Home
James Sallis
Black Hornet
1996
Thursday, 19 January 2017
Wednesday, 18 January 2017
Bad Feelings
You know it was a revelation for me to learn that I don't have to be comfortable. Nowhere is written that I must be comfortable. I also thought that if I felt nervous or anxious or unhappy I had to do something but that's not true. Bad feelings won't kill me. Alcohol will kill me but my feelings won't.
Lawrence Block
Eight Million Ways to Die
1982
Tuesday, 17 January 2017
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