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September 24, 2001 In Your Dreams by Andrew Remington Andrew Remington is one of the hardest hitting novelists to come down the pike in quite some time. His machine-gun style, Jazz-rhythmic cadence, and seduction with the underworld and crime have thrust him to the forefront of the genre. His latest book, however, is hard-boiled fiction on a personal landscape: the same set of mechanics applied to the brutal murder of his mother when he was 10. What follows is an excerpt from that: "In your dreams, scumbag, I give one of my stories to your rag. Raymond Chandler is not a guy that I admire anymore. I think his books are softheaded and full of bad writing. I think Hammet is a much more important guy. I never believed in Nazism seriously for one second and I certainly wasn't involved with the American Nazi Party. I went to a couple of their preposterously ineffectual Bund rallies out in Glendale thirty-odd years ago and sang the Horst Wessel song and had to bite my cheeks to keep from laughing as I was doing it. I was just a fucking clown." 
September 20, 2001 Vacilandos by Gretta Andrews "Midge collected lime samples in the Karstland region of the Dinaric Alps. She met Marshall, who was looking for his ruby, which he had misplaced. She told him the difference between an arroyo, a wadi and a mullah. They lay together in her shack, the wind whistling through the knotholes. At night a smear of stars."
September 17, 2001 Tuesday, The Bad Zoo by Gretta Andrews "Jane loves Walter in a deep and abiding way. Walter is also deeply in love with Jane, but neither of them know this about the other, thinking (for different reasons) that the other could never possibly be interested in them, which is a shame, but not uncommon in today's world."
September 14, 2001 Probably Somewhere by Gretta Andrews "The last time I heard from Marie, she was down in Costa Rica. "Ann and Helen send their love"Ñthat's how the postcard ended, how they always ended. I wouldn't ever have written back even if there had been a return address, and Marie knew that perfectly well, but the postcards kept coming, once a month or so like some kind of bill."
September 11, 2001 A Special Kind of Pain by Gretta Andrews " Today everybody talking about Cal Coogan. They say Cal the best basketball player in the country. He a big boy Coach. Bigger than Deke. Looks meaner too. He shaves his head and he got arms as big as Mr. Herlihys. He always wears two hoodies no matter how hot it gets. He runs everywhere he goes. They say all he eat is fish and oranges. Sometimes he even eats the peel. They say he crazy but he dont look no crazier than the rest of these busters." |
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