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AS WE round the corner into the 1930s and 1940s how about a taste of Raymond Chandler-- L.A.'s noir writer laureate.
Showing posts with label Raymond Chandler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Raymond Chandler. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Red Wind & Noir

JOURNALIST/ESSAYIST, Joan Didion understood the Santa Ana Winds as a season in and of itself. She hauntingly articulated their impact on the region. But it was Raymond Chandler who started the conversation for the hard-boiled poet in all of us:
"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
from "Red Wind" from the collection, Trouble is My Business
What happens when the winds come around for you? What other L.A. natural phenomena (ritual, cyclical, infrequent) inspires deep emotion in you?
-- L.G.
Labels:
books,
Joan Didion,
Los Angeles,
Noir,
Raymond Chandler,
Santa Anas,
writers
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