Pulp poems, book reviews, and other tidbits from the noirboiled world
Monday, December 23, 2013
Pulp Poem of the Week
These chickens of mine are lucky. They don’t know what’s coming their way. They may end up on a table but they don’t have the newspapers to worry them to death first. Seymour Shubin Anyone’s My Name 1953
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.