Pulp poems, book reviews, and other tidbits from the noirboiled world
Monday, May 6, 2013
Pulp Poem of the Week
He liked every part of it: the black look of it, the short snout of it, the front sight that could cut a man’s face like the tip of a beer-can opener, the heavy trigger guard, the curving and rigid grip of the butt.
A: Excellent. I intend to read it again. B: Good. I might read it again. C: So-so. I didn't mind reading it. D: Bad. I resented reading it. F: Atrocious. I finished it only because I'm compulsive that way.