I picked up these old fruit crate labels at an antique store. I don't collect them, but couldn't resist.
Apparently in the 30's, 40's pinups and fruit went hand in hand.
Well...
How could anyone not buy Mother brand anything?
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Oh, these are great. I have three myself, but nothing so suggestive. I like your reading list -- can you quote the chandler line about the Santa anas and wives who run their finger down the carving knife?
Raymond Chandler? I don't remember that line, but he has some real great ones. Thanks for reminding me. Now I'll have to dig them up.
Here ya go:
There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. (from "Red Wind")
Oooh, that is good, it gives me goosebumps.
Damn, I could go on and on, and probably will given one more rainy day in fall. And one of the best essays I've ever read, just from the pure beauty of the prose, is The Simple Art of Murder. I remember when a friend first suggested I read RC, and I said, "You've got to be joking." I'm often that stupid.
Chandler was a poet. There was another mystery writer, Ross Mcdonald, who followed Chandler's California Noir style decades later. His novels are well written, but still don't come anywhere close to Chandler's prose.
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