Month: July 2014
Starkey was dressed in several layers, black T-shirt under a blue button-down cotton shirt, under a Savile Row tailored jacket, jeans, and high-top Converse sneakers. Even so, it failed to bulk out his long, angular frame, and he looked chilled to the bone. One of his elbows was clutched in…
Here’s the thing, as written by Mr. Hammett, Sam Spade was a tall, blonde, devilishly handsome man. Hm. See above. Which leads me to one of my rants, this one about language. I’ve noticed recently that “plain speaking” folk can be almost satanically sly. Look at any political organization in…
Just started Vickie Lester’s It’s In His Kiss yesterday. Some 40 pages in, ‘the crime’ that would become the centerpiece of the plot was discovered. But oddly enough, if it hadn’t occurred, and never did, I wouldn’t have minded at all. Why? Because I was perfectly content and enjoying Lester’s…