By Otto Penzler
“Well worthy its remarkable weight in gold, it'd be against the law to not have this seminal masterpiece on your collection.”—New York magazine of Books
In his creation to The top American Noir of the Century, James Ellroy writes, “Noir is the main scrutinized offshoot of the hard-boiled institution of fiction. It’s the lengthy drop off the quick pier and the incorrect guy and the incorrect lady in ideal misalliance. It’s the nightmare of wrong souls with immense goals and the perfect how and why of the best-ever yes factor that is going bad.” delivering the simplest examples of literary definite issues long gone undesirable, this assortment guarantees that nowhere else can readers discover a darker, extra thorough distillation of yankee noir fiction.
James Ellroy and Otto Penzler mined writings of the earlier century to discover this treasure trove of thirty-nine tales. From noir’s twenties-era infancy come gemstones like James M. Cain’s “Pastorale,” and its postwar heyday boasts giants like Mickey Spillane and Evan Hunter. Packing an indisputable punch, different modern incarnations contain Elmore Leonard, Patricia Highsmith, Joyce Carol Oates, Dennis Lehane, and William homosexual, with many page-turners showing from the previous decade.
“Delightfully devilish . . . a wierd trek over the years that incorporates tales from loved ones names within the hard-boiled style to lesser-known authors who still can carry their very own with the legends.”—Associated Press
James Ellroy is the writer of the Underworld U.S.A. trilogy—American Tabloid, The chilly Six Thousand, and Blood’s a Rover—and the L.A. Quartet novels, The Black Dahlia, The colossal Nowhere, L.A. Confidential, and White Jazz. His most up-to-date publication is The Hillicker Curse, a memoir.
Otto Penzler is the founding father of the Mysterious bookstore and Mysterious Press, has received Edgar Allan Poe Awards (most lately for The Lineup), and is sequence editor of The most sensible American secret Stories.
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