Fragments of Noir
Hopperesque
Thursday 7 March 2013
The Last Good Kiss
Stories are like snapshots, pictures snatched out of time, with clean hard edges. But life always begins and ends in a bloody muddle, womb to tomb, just one big mess, a can of worms left to rot in the sun.
The Last Good Kiss
James Crumley
1978
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