And he's alone there, with the unconscious pilot lying a little way off for company, and some other guy he's never even seen, only spoken to over the radio.
He wants to sleep so badly - dying they call it - and he can't. Something's bothering him to keep him awake. ("Jane Brown's Body")
Mots clés crime dying noir shot
The struggle doesn't last long; it's too unequal. Their momentary surprise overcome, they close in on him. The well-directed slice of a gun-butt slackens the good arm; it's easy to pry the disabled one from around the racketeer's collar.
Tereshko is trembling with his anger. 'Now him again!' he protests, as though at an injustice. 'All they do is die and then get up and walk around again! What'sa matter, you guys using spitballs for slugs? No, don't kick at him, that'll never do it - I think the guy has nine lives!' ("Jane Brown's Body")
He began as a minor imitator of Fitzgerald, wrote a novel in the late twenties which won a prize, became dissatisfied with his work, stopped writing for a period of years. When he came back it was to BLACK MASK and the other detective magazines with a curious and terrible fiction which had never been seen before in the genre markets; Hart Crane and certainly Hemingway were writing of people on the edge of their emotions and their possibility but the genre mystery markets were filled with characters whose pain was circumstantial, whose resolution was through action; Woolrich's gallery was of those so damaged that their lives could only be seen as vast anticlimax to central and terrible events which had occurred long before the incidents of the story. Hammett and his great disciple, Chandler, had verged toward this more than a little, there is no minimizing the depth of their contribution to the mystery and to literature but Hammett and Chandler were still working within the devices of their category: detectives confronted problems and solved (or more commonly failed to solve) them, evil was generalized but had at least specific manifestations: Woolrich went far out on the edge. His characters killed, were killed, witnessed murder, attempted to solve it but the events were peripheral to the central circumstances. What I am trying to say, perhaps, is that Hammett and Chandler wrote of death but the novels and short stories of Woolrich *were* death. In all of its delicacy and grace, its fragile beauty as well as its finality.
Most of his plots made no objective sense. Woolrich was writing at the cutting edge of his time. Twenty years later his vision would attract a Truffaut whose own influences had been the philosophy of Sartre, the French nouvelle vague, the central conception that nothing really mattered. At all. But the suffering. Ah, that mattered; that mattered quite a bit.
Mots clés f-scott-fitzgerald mystery crime detective noir crime-fiction detectives detective-stories hart-crane raymond-chandler detective-noir ernest-hemingway dashiel-hammett sartre mystery-suspense detective-fiction crime-thriller jean-paul-sartre mystery-thriller detective-novels mystery-and-crime-drama cornell-woolrich noir-fiction detective-novel francois-truffaut françois-truffaut truffaut
Then Cynthia looked at him and smiled, and he knew he couldn’t possibly resist her, no matter what she had done. It felt as though the two of them had just stripped naked and dived off a high cliff over a beautiful river. The water below looked cool and inviting. But what if it was only six inches deep?
Robert Burton RobinsonMots clés crime romantic-suspense
Raging crime, class warfare, invasive immigrants, light morals, public misbehavior. Always we convince ourselves that the parade of unwelcome and despised is a new phenomenon, which is why the phrase "the good old days" has passed from cliché to self-parody.
Anna QuindlenMots clés society morals self-deception prejudice class-warfare immigration crime cliches parody social-change xenophobia social-norms exclusion nostaliga
Al... You ever kill anybody? In the United States? Because I know you mean it and everything, but I know these guys better than I know you. They're soldiers, that's all. No questions, no time to ask, no talk. Cops are worse, and less predictable. When you pull a gun, you've gotta be ready to kill somebody, and I'm telling you it's better to run.
Phillip RockMots clés crime detective crime-fiction
Nothing is ‘wrong’ with me, Dan. What’s wrong with you? she said in the same eerily quiet voice, dark eyes fixated on Dan, as she breathed heavily.
Martin HopkinsMots clés wealth society romance prostitution sex addiction violence action poverty homelessness crime suspense thriller pornography erotica edinburgh literary-fiction jekyll-hyde
The slick concrete reflected the facades of the work weary - grey, cracked and old,
but more importantly, trodden upon.
Mots clés wealth society romance prostitution sex addiction violence action poverty homelessness crime suspense thriller pornography erotica edinburgh literary-fiction jekyll-hyde
Join us. Play the game. It will bring you an untold number of rewards and you will finally have some direction and purpose in your lives. Take control of yourselves and those around you. Bend them to your will and all worldly pleasures will be yours...
Martin HopkinsMots clés wealth society romance prostitution sex addiction violence action poverty homelessness crime suspense thriller pornography erotica edinburgh literary-fiction jekyll-hyde
Issues are like tissues. You pull one out and another appears!
Gary GoldsteinMots clés judge justice prison addiction drugs alcohol crime diary recovery journal jew court jail gambling lawyer workout rikers-island
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