This, the last of Latimer's Bill Crane novels, is one of the best. It lacks the breakneck pace, the convoluted bravura plot, and the non-stop wisecracking of some of the others, but there is still plenty of wisecracking to be found . . . and plenty of drinking too. What is new in "Red Gardenias...
"Ο προφήτης του τρόμου", εκδόσεις Άγκυρα.Μιλάμε για τον ορισμό του σκληρού παλπ αστυνομικού μυθιστορήματος, γραμμένο στις ΗΠΑ το 1941. Μέχρι το 1988 η αλογόκριτη έκδοση ήταν απαγορευμένη στις ΗΠΑ, λόγω κάποιων άσεμνων σκηνών και αναφορών, εν αντιθέσει με την Αγγλία όπου από το 1941 κυκλοφορούσε η...
She had tangerine-colored hair, sultry blue-shaded eyes and her fingernails were painted burnt-orange. She was wearing a lime silk wrapper and, as far as Blake could tell, nothing else. She drew on the du Maurier, let smoke slide out the corners of her mouth, spoke huskily into the telephone. “Yo...
On their way they stopped at the Crystal Bar and ordered a quart of Cook’s Imperial Champagne and three bottles of stout. Mixed, this made a drink called Black Velvet, which they drank with considerable gusto, for, as O’Malley said: “Uncle Sty wouldn’t want his boys to come up smellin’ of somethi...