Noirboiled Notes

Pulp poems, book reviews, and other tidbits from the noirboiled world

Monday, August 25, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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I still don ’t know what this is all about. Please, will you stop being a woman?           P. J. Wolfson           Is My Flesh of Brass? ...
Sunday, August 24, 2014

Book Review: Donald E. Westlake, What's So Funny? (2007)

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Entertaining (as always) but second-rate Dortmunder. This time out, Dortumunder is blackmailed into trying to steal a seemingly unstealabl...
Monday, August 18, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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elaborately unaware of the noise           Harry Whittington           Call Me Killer           1951
Sunday, August 17, 2014

Book Review: Donald E. Westlake, Watch Your Back! (2005)

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Watch Your Back! belongs at the bottom of the top tier of Dortmunder novels. Lightweight but exquisitely plotted, the novel concerns, i...
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Monday, August 11, 2014

Book Review: P. J. Wolfson, Is My Flesh of Brass? [a.k.a. The Flesh Baron] (1934)

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How do you know that, deep down, an abortionist is a good guy? When he charters a plane in bad weather to fly across country to perform a...

Pulp Poem of the Week

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I’m not Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. I’m thirty-four and I’ve been married twice.           Charles Williams           Aground       ...
Monday, August 4, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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there ain’t nothin’ as aggravatin’ to live with as a disillusioned hawg           Charles Williams           Uncle Sagamore and His...
Thursday, July 31, 2014

Book Review: Harry Whittington, Call Me Killer (1951)

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Amnesia Noir meets Noir Cop. Our amnesiac, of course, cannot remember whether he actually killed that guy, while our Noir Cop clings to hi...
Monday, July 28, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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To see him is to wanna not see him.           Donald E. Westlake           The Road to Ruin           2004
Sunday, July 27, 2014

Book Review: Charles Williams, Aground (1960)

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Aground  is the sixteenth Charles Williams novel that I have read, and it is my least favorite. I found the characters flat (even by stand...
Monday, July 21, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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Don’t fire, men, until you see the roots of their hair.           Charles Williams           Man on the Run           1958 
Thursday, July 17, 2014

Book Review: Charles Williams, Uncle Sagamore and His Girls (1959)

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The second of Charles Williams’ two novels chronicling the adventures of peckerwood savant Sagamore Noonan, as seen through the eyes of hi...
Monday, July 14, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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I have such a beautiful love for myself— and the sweet part of it is— no rivals.           Raymond Chandler           The ...
Thursday, July 10, 2014

Book Review: Donald E. Westlake, The Road to Ruin (2004)

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11 Dortmunders down, 3 to go. By now I know that I enjoy the Dortmunder formula, and I thoroughly enjoyed  The Road to Ruin , but this may...
Monday, July 7, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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She was like a wind-walloping pennant flickering and buffeting back against its flagstaff.           Cornell Woolrich           Hotel...
Thursday, July 3, 2014

Book Review: Cornell Woolrich, Hotel Room (1958)

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The thesis of Cornell Woolrich’s Hotel Room is that “hotel rooms . . . are a lot like people”: they begin new and optimistic, and then ...
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Monday, June 23, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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If you put your lips to a police badge, you only get a cold feeling back, and if you stroke a .38-caliber revolver, the .38-calibe...
Sunday, June 22, 2014

Book Review: Cornell Woolrich, Strangler's Serenade (1951)

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Expanded from the novelette “Four Bars of Yankee Doodle” (1945),  Strangler’s Serenade  (1951) is Cornell Woolrich running out of gas. ...
Monday, May 19, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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When you have nothing inside you, you feel everything more, and you feel you can control all of it.          Megan Abbott...
Monday, April 28, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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Funny to be in this neighborhood in the daytime.           Donald E. Westlake           Don’t Ask           1993
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Monday, April 21, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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What could be more perfect than an armored car? It’s stinking with money and it’s got wheels on it.      Elliott Chaze  ...
Monday, April 7, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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all the logic of gonorrhea in a convent      Charles Williams      Girl Out Back      1958
Monday, March 31, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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Unless his testes were regularly evacuated, they became the seat of his central nervous system and sent throughout his body venomous co...
Sunday, March 30, 2014

Book Review: Thomas Berger, Sneaky People (1975)

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This review is unfair to Thomas Berger’s Sneaky People , as it is a function of my genre expectations rather than the actual quality of ...
Monday, March 24, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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He clenched his teeth. He’d like to get her to dance for him, you know? Yeah. Then give it to her solid. Then the rest. And when...
Monday, March 3, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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The undertaker’s eyes always look like they’re measuring you for a coffin, and the astronaut’s eyes are always looking up to the sky...
Monday, February 24, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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sex with needles           Motörhead           “Be My Baby”           2006
Monday, February 17, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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There’s point driving the getaway car if nobody’s going to get away.           Donald E. Westlake           Bad News           2001 ...
Monday, February 10, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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A little man— a clerk or a butcher— he can hide for a while, but a guy so dumb he can only make dough writing words on paper— he ain’t ...
Sunday, February 9, 2014

Book Review: Donald E. Westlake, Bad News (2001)

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An excellent Dortmunder in which Westlake succumbs to his weakness for low-hanging fruit only when he has to name law firms. (Kleinberg, R...
Monday, January 27, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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I loved her like a rabbit loved a rattlesnake.           James M. Cain           Double Indemnity           1943
Monday, January 20, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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don’t run when nobody’s chasing you           Charles Williams           Man on the Run           1958 
Monday, January 13, 2014

Pulp Poem of the Week

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Nice old ladies poison whole families. Clean-cut kids commit multiple holdups and shootings. Bank managers with spotless rec...
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