Comments on: Chandler and Marlowe http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/ Thu, 09 Feb 2012 10:43:58 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1 By: Ed Foster (Ewen) http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-7191 Ed Foster (Ewen) Mon, 30 Apr 2007 10:59:41 +0000 http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-7191 Declan Hughes. A Galwayman gone bad, now living in the faraway fairyland called Dublin. From his latest, "The Wrong Kind Of Blood". The night of my mother's funeral, Linda Dawson cried on my shoulder, put her tounge in my mouth, and asked me to find her husband. Now she was lying dead on her living room floor,and the howl of a police siren echoed through the surrounding hills. Linda had been strangled: a froth of blood brimmed from her mouth, and her bloodshot eyes bulged. The marks around her neck were barely perceptible, suggesting the murder weapon had been a scarf or a silk tie. Cyanosis had given her already livid skin a blueish tone, deepest at the lips and ears, and on the fingernails of her hands, which were clenched in small fists. They lay stiff in her lap, and her eyes gaped unseeingly through the glass wall toward the sky; her corpse looked like some grotesque parody of the undertakers art. The siren's howl reached a defening crescendo and then stopped. As the car doors slammed, as the Guards stomped up the drive and began to pound on the front door, my eyes looked out past Linda's, out at the gray morning sky, then down along the cliffside, down between the stands of spruce and pine, down among the great Georgian houses, the Victorian castles and modern villas of Castlehill, down to where this all began, barely a week ago. Declan Hughes. A Galwayman gone bad, now living in the faraway fairyland called Dublin.
From his latest, “The Wrong Kind Of Blood”. The night of my mother’s funeral, Linda Dawson cried on my shoulder, put her tounge in my mouth, and asked me to find her husband. Now she was lying dead on her living room floor,and the howl of a police siren echoed through the surrounding hills. Linda had been strangled: a froth of blood brimmed from her mouth, and her bloodshot eyes bulged. The marks around her neck were barely perceptible, suggesting the murder weapon had been a scarf or a silk tie. Cyanosis had given her already livid skin a blueish tone, deepest at the lips and ears, and on the fingernails of her hands, which were clenched in small fists. They lay stiff in her lap, and her eyes gaped unseeingly through the glass wall toward the sky; her corpse looked like some grotesque parody of the undertakers art.
The siren’s howl reached a defening crescendo and then stopped. As the car doors slammed, as the Guards stomped up the drive and began to pound on the front door, my eyes looked out past Linda’s, out at the gray morning sky, then down along the cliffside, down between the stands of spruce and pine, down among the great Georgian houses, the Victorian castles and modern villas of Castlehill, down to where this all began, barely a week ago.

]]> By: Lurker http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-7036 Lurker Wed, 25 Apr 2007 12:32:17 +0000 http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-7036 Hammett's better Hammett’s better

]]> By: scorchio http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6991 scorchio Tue, 24 Apr 2007 17:02:16 +0000 http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6991 and I'm sure there is nothing wrong with a large bank balance,but boasting about it cos your hung like a mouse is sad.cunt and I’m sure there is nothing wrong with a large bank balance,but boasting about it cos your hung like a mouse is sad.cunt

]]> By: scorchio http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6988 scorchio Tue, 24 Apr 2007 16:21:12 +0000 http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6988 think I hit a nerve there gluaistean,you billy no mates cunt.no one wants to listen to your boasting and bullshit, so you do it on here,all the money in the world couldn't buy you a personality,thats why your doing so well in the states.knobjockey think I hit a nerve there gluaistean,you billy no mates cunt.no one wants to listen to your boasting and bullshit, so you do it on here,all the money in the world couldn’t buy you a personality,thats why your doing so well in the states.knobjockey

]]> By: Chapter the Twoth « Kav’s Blog http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6977 Chapter the Twoth « Kav’s Blog Tue, 24 Apr 2007 14:51:06 +0000 http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6977 [...] “Twenty? Well, time was, you was right. Now’days, though, he don’t take so well to folk. Went and got hisself a book deal and shipped his whole damn operation outta Blogville. Works out west now, in a big city called Published. Charges a damn appearance fee for every story he’s referenced in, including this one. So, unless you got the green to command an appearance from the man hisself, I suggest you take his cheap non-union Mexican equivalent, Veinte Major, and make do with him.” [...] [...] “Twenty? Well, time was, you was right. Now’days, though, he don’t take so well to folk. Went and got hisself a book deal and shipped his whole damn operation outta Blogville. Works out west now, in a big city called Published. Charges a damn appearance fee for every story he’s referenced in, including this one. So, unless you got the green to command an appearance from the man hisself, I suggest you take his cheap non-union Mexican equivalent, Veinte Major, and make do with him.” [...]

]]> By: Gluaistean http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6973 Gluaistean Tue, 24 Apr 2007 14:31:39 +0000 http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6973 'scorchio was one of those typical Oirish - her only ambition to live untill she died. Filling in time between solving the problems of the world at the Pub was a matter of fulfilling all the expectations that she would go far - down the drain" Anyone that tells you that having a large unencumbered Bank Balance is not FUN - is just as pitiful as the rest of you losers on the public tit down the Dole office : ) ‘scorchio was one of those typical Oirish – her only ambition to live untill she died. Filling in time between solving the problems of the world at the Pub was a matter of fulfilling all the expectations that she would go far – down the drain”

Anyone that tells you that having a large unencumbered Bank Balance is not FUN – is just as pitiful as the rest of you losers on the public tit down the Dole office : )

]]> By: O'Reilly http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6960 O'Reilly Tue, 24 Apr 2007 09:31:01 +0000 http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6960 “She was a blonde. The kind of blonde that would make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window.” It means the Bishop got so randy he needed a hole for his mickey. “She was a blonde. The kind of blonde that would make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window.”

It means the Bishop got so randy he needed a hole for his mickey.

]]> By: scorchio http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6954 scorchio Tue, 24 Apr 2007 00:31:57 +0000 http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6954 Gluaistean was like a piggy bank,plenty of money but take it away and he's hollow and empty inside Gluaistean was like a piggy bank,plenty of money but take it away and he’s hollow and empty inside

]]> By: Gluaistean http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6937 Gluaistean Mon, 23 Apr 2007 15:27:16 +0000 http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6937 "She was as ugly as they get - a kind of cross between WeeWee. Porridgeface, Peader (well-named after his eponymous pig-father) with a touch of Belmullet man thrown in for good measure. In short, she couldn't have got laid if she were in Mountjoy with a handful of Pardons...." “She was as ugly as they get – a kind of cross between WeeWee. Porridgeface, Peader (well-named after his eponymous pig-father) with a touch of Belmullet man thrown in for good measure. In short, she couldn’t have got laid if she were in Mountjoy with a handful of Pardons….”

]]> By: Lung the Younger http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6933 Lung the Younger Mon, 23 Apr 2007 14:34:00 +0000 http://twentymajor.net/2007/04/23/chandler-and-marlowe/#comment-6933 Have you tried reading Damon Runyon? Not as tough as Marlowe but funnier. And all written in the present tense, so you can read the stories while drunk without taxing the brain too much. Have you tried reading Damon Runyon? Not as tough as Marlowe but funnier. And all written in the present tense, so you can read the stories while drunk without taxing the brain too much.

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