it started with an
email from LOA.
i thought i'd read
jim thompson but
i must've been
mistaken because
i'm sure i would
have remembered.
3 of the 5 novels
in the book on top
took my head off.
i burned through
them at the rate of
one a day, then the
library came thru
with another five
+ the overstuffed
biography on the
bottom. the only
real dud was the
rip-off, a cash grab
of draft manuscript
published after his
too early death. it's
fitting to binge his
work bc that's how
he wrote. and drank.
|

|
what's shocking is not the depravity of his
characters
(they're almost quaint by today's standards), but the
sudden turns to formal experiment or an indignant
hard left political tangent in the midst of a pulp
fiction potboiler. well, that's a Wobbly for you.
(the drawing on the
wall could be at home
on the cover of a paper-
back noir, but it came
with the apartment and
we just painted around it,
like a crime scene outline
immortalized as art. her
name was stella and last
we heard she was trying
to make it as a fashion
designer in new york.)
|