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Showing posts with label Gil Brewer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gil Brewer. Show all posts

Saturday 17 July 2021

Just Lie There


She looked hot enough to catch fire, but too lazy to do anything but just lie there and smoke.

Gil Brewer

Friday 12 February 2021

There's No Use

       They work on it till they get complete control of the situation. There's no use trying to break them down. They've made it.

Gil Brewer

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  • Josie Lane by Mariano Vivanco

Saturday 31 October 2020

Back of My Head


          That money. I had to keep it. Somehow. It beat like a very small drum at the back of my head. A small and very distant drum .......

Red Scarf
Gil Brewer
1958

Thursday 5 March 2020

More Underrated Lost Classics


Memory  Donald Westlake
Fast One  Paul Cain
Hell Hath No Fury (aka The Hot Spot)  Charles Williams
The Onion Field  Joseph Wambaugh
Trick Baby  Iceberg Slim
The Twenty Year Death  Ariel S. Winter


Kinds of Love, Kinds of Death  Tucker Coe
Ultimate Good Luck  Richard Ford
Night Train  Martin Amis
The Screaming Mimi  Frederic Brown


Cut Numbers   Nick Tosches
The Red Scarf  Gil Brewer
Casino Moon  Peter Blauner
Love is a Racket  John Ridley
Ride the Pink Horse  Dorothy B Hughes
The Long-Legged Fly  James Sallis

Monday 30 December 2019

To Catch Fire


     She looked hot enough to catch fire, but too lazy to do anything but just lie there and smoke.

Gil Brewer

                  https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/the-brutalist-a-gil-brewer-retrospective/

Wednesday 5 June 2019

Fear


                                                         Fear was a small
                                                         bright-eyed rodent
                                                         in my bowels
Gil Brewer
A Taste for Sin
1961

reblogged via Noirboiled Notes by David Rachels

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Anne Lynam
reblogged via photoplacegallery.com

http://noirboiled.blogspot.com/search/label/Gil%20Brewer?updated-max=2012-07-16T15:39:00-07:00&max-results=20&start=20&by-date=false

Sunday 12 May 2019

Look For it


                                                          My head ached and
                                                          I needed a shave and
                                                          I was in a dead man's clothes
                                                          It's real great the things that
                                                          happen to you 
                                                          You don't even have to
                                                          look for it hard
Gil Brewer
The Red Scarf
1958

reblogged via Noirboiled Notes by David Rachels

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Tuesday 7 May 2019

Seen Them Before


         Because it was all closing in. I could tell. You recognize the landmarks, because you've seen them before, if you've been around enough. You go along trying to hold it all, gutted up and hard and ignoring it all , then one fine day it busts wide open.

Gil Brewer
The Red Scarf
1955

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Stark House Press

       https://jamesreasoner.blogspot.com/2018/07/coming-from-stark-house-red-scarfa.html

Saturday 27 April 2019

Out of Hell


I knew i'd never get enough of her. She was straight out of hell.
Gil Brewer

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Gil Elvgren
1940
                https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/the-brutalist-a-gil-brewer-retrospective

Saturday 23 February 2019

A Place for Him


      Ultimately parsing Brewer's republished works suggests there ia a place for him in Noir's tumultuous barroom valhalla.

excerpt from
The Brutalist
Chris R. Morgan
Los Angeles review of books
2013

              https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/the-brutalist-a-gil-brewer-retrospective/

Monday 14 January 2019

Got a Feeling


        It overflowed with Eucalyptus. Green grass shaved so it just tickled your ankles like an expensive deep napped carpet. And vine-covered, meandering, low roofed, alley-wayed, muted rooms, with all their views on the inside. It was trellis-fenced, scalloped, walled securely, and when you entered the front door into what was probably the front lobby, you got a feeling.

Gil Brewer
Flight to Darkness
1952
                                                    https://gilbrewer.com/

Friday 12 October 2018

It's a Feeling


      Doom. You recognize doom easily. It's a feeling and a taste, and it's black, and it's very heavy.

Gil Brewer
The Vengeful Virgin
1958

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Fernando Vicente

                 https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/the-brutalist-a-gil-brewer-retrospective

Wednesday 28 March 2018

There's No Use


        She looked slick as hell ; polished, neat and with that feminine deadliness that can drive you nuts. They work on it until they get complete control of the situation. There's no use trying to break them down. They've made it.

Gil Brewer

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Mead Schaeffer
1941
                                              http://noirfiction.info/GIL.htm

Saturday 24 March 2018

Down Over Your Head


           Doom. You recognize doom easily. It's a feeling and a taste, and it's black and it's very heavy. It comes down over your head and wraps tentacles around you, and sinks long dirty fingernails into your heart. It has a stink of burning garbage.

Gil Brewer

                                             http://noirfiction.info/GIL.htm

Wednesday 1 June 2016

No Use Trying


                 ...........  that feminine deadliness that can drive you nuts. They work on it till they get complete control of the situation. There's no use trying to break them down. They've made it.

Gil Brewer

Saturday 17 October 2015

Looked At Me Sideways


    It was raining and snowing at the same time ; you know, just enough to make it real nasty.
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     There were sparkles of rain like diamonds on the dress and in her thick dark hair. She half-sat on the stool next to me, and looked at me sideways with one big brown eye.

Red Scarf
Gil Brewer
1958

Saturday 10 January 2015

Standing to Lose


       About Eight-Thirty that night the driver of the big trailer truck let me out in the middle of nowhere. I had stacked in with a load of furniture all the way from Chicago and i should have slept too. I couldn't even close my eyes. Brother Albert had turned me down on the loan, and all i could think of was Bess holding the fort in St Pete, and us standing to lose the motel.

Red Scarf
Gil Brewer
1952

Friday 14 November 2014

If They Want


          She was like steel. It was in her eyes and in her voice, and in the fine shining look of her. From the sparkling ankles to the expensive-crink of a hat. She looked sexy and untouchable, the way they can look if they want. She looked expensive.

Gil Brewer

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