"One of the very best film books in recent years. . . . There are any number of books on noir, but none as comprehensive, as rigorous, as far-reaching as Naremore's. . . . It will be the essential work for the field."--Dana Polan, University of Southern California
The investigation has stalled, and the sheriff's office is asking McCaleb to take a quick look at the murder book to see if he turns up something they've missed.
But the twisty plot that unfolds from the murder investigation leads to something much bigger: a con job one billion years in the making. Because this is no mere murder.
Together they will find out more than they should about the way this town works. And about each other. And, oh yes, monsters aren’t just for the movies.
Chapter Five , in which Marlowe first meets the murderous Carol Donovan , begins on such a note : “ So far I had only ... just before getting ready to make a fifth , drinking doped whiskey served by Carol Donovan's lawyer - partner .
A desperate ex-cop searches for a shadowy killer in a thriller by the New York Times–bestselling author: “One of the masters of the police novel.” —Ridley Pearson A killer dubbed “The Night Prowler” has turned the city that ...
Isidore Ducasse, Comte de Lautréamont, Maldoror: The Complete Works of the Comte de Lautréamont, trans. Alexis Lykiard (Cambridge: Exact ... Peter Nesselroth, Lautréamont's Imagery: A Stylistic Approach (Paris: Droz, 1969), p. 69.
From bed to baby to?bliss?
When two friends vanish during a hunting trip in Michigan, the police are unable to prove anything until two decades later, a detective finds an eyewitness whose testimony leads to the conviction of two brothers, Raymond and Donald Duvall, ...
“Now and then making a false step,” he remembered later of the route. With his father and a companion secretly following at a ... chanted the players, “mighty bad witches on the road tonight.”12 Some youngsters, like jonathan Martin, ...
But how do you hunt the Night Mayor in a city populated by a dense crowd of strangely familiar characters, where it’s always two-thirty in the morning, shots never kill and the creator is omnipresent in every drop of falling rain…?