Wednesday, December 12, 2007

A PIECE OF CLASSIC RAYMOND CHANDLER



About a condition that only stopped a month or so ago here in LA, and can come back any time it feels like it. (And was sent by Dr Adder)

“There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.” – Raymond Chandler, Red Wind

2 comments:

Ink-Stained Wretch said...

I just finished re-reading that story last night... truly, a thing of beauty and a joy forever.

Ann ODyne said...

oh the Capitol Records building is in that picture.

God I love Chandler -

"the hissing of summer lawns ...

"down these mean streets a man must go, who is not himself mean ..."

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