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Archive for the ‘Dead White Men Spinning Like Turbines’ Category

mostly what they sang was Fuck You, Victor Hugo.

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#57: Find a Victim by Ross MacDonald:

Yanonali Street bent north at the city limits to join a state highway. A pair of two-story stucco buildings stood in the angle of the roads. One was the El Recreo Pool and Shuffleboard Arcade. Men and boys brandishing cues moved in its smoky green light like heavy-footed spearfishers walking on the floor of the sea. On the roof of the other building, a high-heeled slipper outlined in yellow bulbs hinted broadly at women and champagne gaiety. Some of the bulbs were missing.

Synopsis: In the middle of Nowhere, California, Lew Archer stops for a hitchhiker who’s been shot. So he sticks around and asks some questions.

California has a lot of explaining to do.

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