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Usually I tried to find things wrong with women, noticing and amplifying every fault, but there was nothing wrong with Angie Lerner. She was perfect wife material - stable, down-to-earth, intelligent. It was easy to insert her into my fantasy of the house in the suburbs, a two-car garage, weekends on the golf course, two cute kids. But for some reason I always avoided the women who were perfect for me, going after the ones with FUCKED UP flashing on their foreheads instead.
-- Twisted City by Jason Star
Mr. Starr is another happy discovery on the noir-fiction front. This book is a "have you ever had one of those days?" kind of story. It is a lurid and fun trip through the underbelly of New York City, which in the dark world of noir fiction is the cesspool of human nature.
In contrast to Robert Eversz, this is a return to the more macho tone that better characterizes the genre, as the quote above suggests. Though, it is not one-sidedly misogynistic. Our business writer protagonist is perhaps the most fucked up of all. Some subtlety of character and story is lost from Eversz's renderings, but it makes up for it in toughness and nastiness.
This is a nice escapist read, and it is one of those books that seems readily adaptable for the movies. Think After Hours on steroids.
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Usually I tried to find things wrong with women, noticing and amplifying every fault, but there was nothing wrong with Angie Lerner. She was perfect wife material - stable, down-to-earth, intelligent. It was easy to insert her into my fantasy of the house in the suburbs, a two-car garage, weekends on the golf course, two cute kids. But for some reason I always avoided the women who were perfect for me, going after the ones with FUCKED UP flashing on their foreheads instead.
-- Twisted City by Jason Star
Mr. Starr is another happy discovery on the noir-fiction front. This book is a "have you ever had one of those days?" kind of story. It is a lurid and fun trip through the underbelly of New York City, which in the dark world of noir fiction is the cesspool of human nature.
In contrast to Robert Eversz, this is a return to the more macho tone that better characterizes the genre, as the quote above suggests. Though, it is not one-sidedly misogynistic. Our business writer protagonist is perhaps the most fucked up of all. Some subtlety of character and story is lost from Eversz's renderings, but it makes up for it in toughness and nastiness.
This is a nice escapist read, and it is one of those books that seems readily adaptable for the movies. Think After Hours on steroids.
