Say It with Bullets

[monk222]

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Having finished both "Caesar" and "What Is the What", I can now go to the Hard Case Crime pocketbooks that I have been holding in reserve. They are definitely handy for filling in the gaps in my reading life: BREAK GLASS IN CASE OF EMERGENCY! I begin "Say It with Bullets" by Richard Powell, and the very first paragraph is this sweet-nothing:

At the overnight stop in North Platte, Nebraska, Bill Wayne didn't copy the other tourists in the party when they bought postcards to mail to friends. He was running a little low on friends these days. Once he had classed five guys as friends but they had picked up a habit of doing things behind his back, like shooting at it. The only wish-you-were-here postcard he wanted to send them was a picture of a cemetery

You can imagine the smile that put on Monk's face. He knew he could settle down into another fun, dark-alley read. That noir, hardboiled style. It ain't too pretty and literary. But it's like the blues in story form. It can hit the spot, striking all the right, low-down notes.

I think this will close out the summer reading, and then we ride off into library season, and get an early start, even if it does mean going without my chicken fried rice, and you know how much that has to hurt.

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