Booze Bottles and Food

        We tossed Sal's pad. It was bargain-basement furnished. Living room/kitchen-dining room/hallway/bedroom.. Lots of books. Lots of movie and play scripts. Mucho paperbacks with lurid all-male covers. Beefcake wall prints. Booze bottles and food in the fridge.

excerpt from
Cracking the Case of Murdered Actor Sal Mineo
James Ellroy
Hollywood Reporter
2018

      https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/features/investigation-murder-sal-mineo-1169880

John Calabrese

                                        http://www.johncalabreseart.com/film-noir

Spring Can Really Hang You Up

Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most
(Landesman/Wolff)
Mark Murphy

Idly Stoning Dogs

        Located in an unidentified country that strongly suggests Venezuela, the godforsaken pueblo of Las Piedras (The Stones) is an ugly buzzard-ridden dump populated by beggars, urchins, soldiers of fortune, native layabouts, and random washashores who amuse themselves by idly stoning dogs or holding spitting contests in a sleazy cantina.

excerpt from

Every Pebble Can Blow us Sky-High

(Wages of Fear)

J. Hoberman

Laphams Quarterly

               https://www.laphamsquarterly.org/fear/every-pebble-can-blow-us-sky-

Big Lonely City #104

unknown

 Benn Mitchell

Mat Boyle

Bob Kroenert

Sy Kattelson

Jack Delano

Lisette Model

 unknown

 Herb List

Art Shay

unknown

Fred G. Korth

unknown

Todd Webb

Robert Doisneau

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To Be a Dignified City

       A hot city, slaked out on the banks of the Mississippi, with too much of it's muscle showing to be a dignified city.

The Cincinnati Kid

Richard Jessup

1963

       http://hardboiledpoker.blogspot.com/2007/01/richard-jessups-cincinnati-kid.html?m=1

More Karl Malden

 
On the Waterfront

A Streetcar Named Desire

Birdman of Alcatraz

Baby Doll

I Confess

Kiss of Death

One Eyed Jacks

Where the Sidewalk Ends

Richie Fahey

Down the Valley

        It must be Saturday. Hicksville. Everybody's in town. Cowboy porch lizards. Relaxin'. Shootin' the breeze. Waitin' for the Streamliner to blow through. She's greased lightning. Like clockwork. The day's big excitement. A faint rumble. The train's a comin'. You can hear the drone of the F7's down the valley. The pitch changes. The horn blares. Station agent excited. She's stopping. A train hasn't stopped here in four years.

excerpt from
Bad Day at Black Rock 1955 - Noir Meets the Modern Western
Noirsville.blogspot.com
2016

       https://noirsville.blogspot.com/2016/05/bad-day-at-black-rock-1955-noir-meets.html