'Look if you feel you'll have to turn around and go back there i'll understand'. She added 'I can leave my body to medical science or put in an application for equal time'.
Ross MacDonald
The unasked question simmered down after awhile, and my mind hung loose in silence. The sense of living inside the case, which i sometimes used as a drug to keep me going, slowly left me.
Stealing a man's wife that's nothing. But stealing his car that's larceny.
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Love; when you get fear into it, it's not love any more. It's hate.
I spun my chair around and stared out at Times Square. The Camels spectacular on the Claridge puffed fat steam smoke rings out over the snarling traffic.The dapper gentleman on the sign, mouth frozen in a round O of perpetual surprise, was Broadway's harbinger of spring. Earlier in the week teams of scaffold-hung painters transformed the smoker's dark winter homburg and chesterfield into seersucker and panama straw, not as poetic as capistrano swallows, but it got the message across.
Jazz trumpeter Lee Morgan was murdered in the early hours of February 19th 1972 at Slugs, a jazz club in New York's East Village where his band was performing. Following an altercation between sets Morgan's 46 year old common-law wife Helen More shot him in the chest onstage, killing him within moments. He was 33 years old. Morgan had just started to get back up onstage to begin the last set when More re-entered the club, having left unnannounced earlier, and called out his name. He turned round and she shot him in the heart. Doorman Lee Holman immediately grabbed her by the wrists and wrestled the gun away from her. She then started to scream 'Baby, what have i done ?' and ran toward the stage.
'Outside it was still dark.The rain that had kept Tully in the room with a fifth of whiskey and a loaf of whole-wheat bread was still falling'.
'The northbound Greyhound droned into Stockton's fume filled terminal, and among the passengers who filed stiffly out was a short Mexican wearing a camel's hair overcoat and pointed high-heeled yellow gaiter shoes'.
For anyone who appreciates the post-war atmosphere of Brief Encounter, End of the Affair and Dance with a Stranger this new release which has no thriller element at all and contains what can only partially be described as a femme fatale, certainly captures the look of Britain in that era.
From late sixties onwards the Post Noir era of American cinema was probably under a heavier influence of the anxieties and fears of the returning Nam veteran than the classic Noir era had previously felt and portrayed in relation to those same fears felt by WWII vets.The lack of recognition and sometimes negative reaction those returning were subjected to was also brought to light in a number of classic books such as Born on the Fourth of July, The Things they Carried, and Paco's Story. The obvious movie portrayals of how life could be 'back in the world' such as Taxi Driver, Mr Majestyk, Cutter's Way, Dead Presidents, Jacob's Ladder etconly represent a small number of those which relate in some way to a new feeling amongst those returning and spreading amongst most who knew them.
Jorgeson had shown me the wisdom of switching from Camels to Pall malls - they were much longer, packed a pretty good jolt, and when we snapped open our brushed chrome zippos, torched up and inhaled the first few drags, we shared the overmastering pleasure that tobacco can bring if you use it seldom and judiciously.
I had that trapped feeling, like some sort of a poor insect that you've put inside a downturned glass, and it tries to climb up the sides, and it can't, and it can't, and it can't.
Blues of a lifetime-
The Autobiography of Cornell Woolrich
If anyone doubts the link to Noir or Harboiled, they should listen to his rendition of Wee Small Hours or Autumn in New York as a soundtrack.
The celebrated 1966 article for Esquire describes a morose Sinatra silently nursing a glass of bourbon and contemplating how middle age affects the successful guy.
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The type of classic non fiction in this case found in mens magazines is great along with some of Pete Hamill's New York stuff and also more obscure gems such as Devil Thumbs a Ride from Barry Gifford.