Noir Novels

imgres.jpgThere’s one thing (amongst many) that truly shivers my timbers and that is when I am forced to admit that I never heard of an author … at least a serious author that doesn’t have Fabio on the cover of his book. But the Library of America series knew enough to publish a collection of five of the works of David Goodis: David Goodis: Five Noir Novels of the 1940s and 50s.

Now I am not an inveterate reader of mystery novels (like my mother was: she would read three a day) but I have read authors such as Georges Simenon, Dashiell Hammett, Raymond Chandler, even John D. MacDonald, still, I never heard of David Goodis. I was even familiar with the Bogart movie based on Goodis’s novel and I’m certain that my daughter, who teaches Cinema Noir at the university, is well aware of Goodis, but not me.

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A Real Treasure

The Treasure of the Sierra MadreTonight was movie night. The window was open and Joey popped in so we cranked up the bed and watched Humphrey Bogart in The Treasure of the Sierra Madre. It was very good. I didn’t lay a hand on Joey. I’m pure and innocent.

The discussion that followed the movie, which obviated the need for animalistic rutting under the Bart Simpson sheets, centered around the differences between the movie and the original novel. How well did the adaptation work? Bottom line, the movie followed the book almost perfectly. But there were a few differences.

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