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Monday, September 25, 2017
Some Nice Writing
"The past was filling the room like a tide of whispers."
I'm re-reading Ross MacDonald's The Drowning Pool right now and came across this fine sentence above. It reminded me of how literate "private eye" fiction could be in the hands of people like MacDonald, Raymond Chandler, and Dashiell Hammett.