From the publisher, Martin Sugarman,
regarding the story, Melancholy Baby.
“Bravissimo, Jeff. Starbuck's coffee on
me. I liked the twist in your story; a
splendid piece of writing traditional noir
narrative with zero naiveté and formal
ingenuity of crossed destinies of
traumatophile characters.”
Hey, does anyone know what
“traumatophile” means?
regarding the story, Melancholy Baby.
“Bravissimo, Jeff. Starbuck's coffee on
me. I liked the twist in your story; a
splendid piece of writing traditional noir
narrative with zero naiveté and formal
ingenuity of crossed destinies of
traumatophile characters.”
Hey, does anyone know what
“traumatophile” means?
It’s 1947. Petty crook Johnny Rocco, masquerading as
Johnny Dalmas, a piano player at the notorious Seal Beach
gambling joint, The Airport Inn, has his eyes fixed on one last
score. But, Big Nick Capro, the crooked chief of police, has
other ideas. And when the take-down comes Johnny is in for
a life-size surprise, a surprise with ruby-red lips and a figure
you could pray to.
Toss out PC in this tongue-in-cheek, old fashion crime story
set in the days when the great mystery scribes, hard boozing
guys with names like Hammett, Chandler, and Goodis
pounded out pulp stories for two cents a word.
Johnny Dalmas, a piano player at the notorious Seal Beach
gambling joint, The Airport Inn, has his eyes fixed on one last
score. But, Big Nick Capro, the crooked chief of police, has
other ideas. And when the take-down comes Johnny is in for
a life-size surprise, a surprise with ruby-red lips and a figure
you could pray to.
Toss out PC in this tongue-in-cheek, old fashion crime story
set in the days when the great mystery scribes, hard boozing
guys with names like Hammett, Chandler, and Goodis
pounded out pulp stories for two cents a word.
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"Hey, baby, you know I gotta breeze soon."
"Ah, Johnny, Is it because of me being on
the hustle?"
"Ah, Johnny, Is it because of me being on
the hustle?"