London based actor Pippa Rathborne and I would like to present our Christmas gift, a chapter a week of “It’s in His Kiss” a Hollywood Noir — perfect to curl up in bed with. Look for us same time, same day, until the last page is turned. Today it’s the…
Tag: noir fiction
…“All right! All right! Just everybody get in the car!” “Want me to drive?” Natalie inquired. “Do I ever?” her father bellowed. Uncle Manny smoothly injected himself into the mêlée, “Bob, Annie’ll ride with me. You take her home from the cemetery.” Natalie cringed and widened her eyes like a…
“…For God’s sake Annie, don’t get messed up in this. Hello! Have you been listening to me? Movie people have a long, ugly history of hushing up murder. I can think of three suspicious deaths—no four, four that never came to trial. Don’t mess with these people. That is, if…
Miss Scott is now ninety-one. At the library she first caught my attention because she was talking quietly, distinctively, with the librarian. I didn’t recognize her the first time I saw her, it was only later that I made the connection between this gorgeously poised, very erudite, older woman and…
Story by Daniel Miller Illustrations by Morgan Schweitzer Photography by Gina Ferazzi November 1, 2014 It was hot and I was late for lunch. I was feeling mean, like I’d been left out in the sun too long. We were meeting at a joint on La Brea, the kind of…
The idea that every portrait of a woman should be an ideal woman, meant to stand for all of womanhood, is an enemy of art — not to mention wickedly delicious Joan Crawford and Bette Davis movies. Art is meant to explore all the unattractive inner realities as well as…
I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark blue clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn’t care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed private detective ought to be. I…