He was just, I thought when I had a word with him, one of those people who preferred breaking into a place to using a key.

Derek Raymond, The Devil’s Home on Leave. Just the right book for this grey Saturday.

Where I go, the ghosts go. I go where the evil is.

Derek Raymond, The Devil’s Home on Leave. Book 2 of The Factory Series.

Only the female sex was human in her eyes, and she was its only really important member.

Ross Macdonald, The Way Some People Die. Book 3 of the Lew Archer Series. A little Monday morning noir on this stunningly sunny November day in LA.

He gave her a hurt look. She was looking at Taggert. Taggert was looking nowhere in particular. It was a triangle, but not an equilateral one.

Ross Macdonald, The Moving Target. Book 1 of the Lew Archer Series.

Thief of Thieves, new issue out today. In the world of comics, this is just great stuff.

No hay banda. This is Los Angeles. From David Lynch’s Mullholland Drive.

Things That Remind Me of Each Other

The big, silent, invisible clock was moving along as usual. But it had forgotten all about me. Tonight it was looking for someone else. Its arms and levers and steel springs were wound up and poised in search of some other person in the same blind, impersonal way it had been reaching for me on the night before. And it had missed me, somehow. This time. But I had no doubt it would get around to me again. Inevitably. Soon.

Kenneth Fearing, The Big Clock

Helfer and Baker, Justice Inc.