thelamplightersserenade asked: What constitutes hard-boiled prose? I hear that term thrown around a lot with authors such as Cain and Hughes, but what does it mean? Sentence structure, dialogue, plots, wording...?
Anonymous asked: what is "noir novels?"
fedorahatcat-deactivated2013011 asked: Hello there. I see you've reviewed few European noirish movies so I wonder if you've seen the Belgian movie "Loft" (2008). To my mind the flick is much better than the hyped "Girl with the dragon tattoo".
ninthmnemosyne-deactivated20130 asked: Do you think you will ever publish a novel?
loveisnotbinary asked: Since I checked out your blog I have had a growing interest in Noir and the specific brand of crime fiction therein. So, a couple of days ago I picked up The Big Sleep, and so far, I have to say it's absolutely brilliant. Refreshingly different from my usual preferred crime fiction authors (Patricia Cornwell and Stuart MacBride. Some of Lee Child's books could be loosely classed as Crime...
He was old. The songs he sang were older than he was, but not by much. His voice wasn’t what it was. It had once been rangy and wild. He had once been rangy and wild. Now he sang in a hushed, reedy whisper. His voice was bloodied, but his head was unbowed. He was tall still. Close to gaunt. His white hair was thinner than it had been. Everything about him was. The curls were gone....
A Beginner’s Guide to Crime Fiction →
I shared this on Twitter, but I thought I would also mention it here. Max Allan Collins recommends ten works of crime fiction. It is, of course, always easy to quibble with the choices on such lists. But it’s a damn good list, even if one that I drew up would likely be a little different. Collins’ list is definitely heavy on the hardboiled and noir, and heavy on the classics. ...
It Is What It Is
I was minding my own business. This doesn’t happen very often. Comes in handy in my line of work. But people other than my clients aren’t always very appreciative. For once I was minding my own business. Just meandering. I heard the click-click-click coming toward me. A guy was walking his bicycle, but I wasn’t paying attention. Maybe my newfound Zen came from my T-shirt. Said...