"You know what I do to squealers? I let 'em have it in the belly, so they can roll around for a long time thinkin' it over." (maniacal laugh)
W hile looking for my old hand-copied Feiffer cartoons the other day I came across these instead and they reminded me of a couple of years I spent immersed in film noir and the books of Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett. It's relevant to my new book, which could certainly be described as a gangster story though the setting is earlier than the classic period. And furthermore, I've been lately reacquainting myself with that old stuff and want to write a review of a recent book in a day or two. Meanwhile, these are pencil drawings hand-copied (I was a hand-copying maniac, and rightly so) from 1940s movie stills. I can no longer remember what the movies were, but I expect our friend John C. or another of my regular commenters will recognise them instantly. I do know that was Raymond Burr in the top piccy, and Richard Widmark next. third, that wouldn't be our old pal Miss Blandish would it? The one at the bottom isn't from any movie, and is just out of my head, but it's useful in being the only one dated. It's July '75, which makes me 19 at the time, and the figure drawing isn't too shabby; the girl's arms are nicely observed.
*The header is a line spoken by Richard Widmark as the psychopathic Tommy Udo in the 1947 Kiss of Death
You're right, Tom, I do have something to say.
Two reviews of Bryan Talbot's new one, Alice in Sunderland. One (Jog on his Blog, 3/31/2007) begins like this:
"Now here, my friends, is a book for which too much is never quite enough. On one level, that won’t come as too much of a surprise to seasoned readers of writer/artist Bryan Talbot..."
the Percy version begins like this:
(Rachel Cooke Sunday April 1, 2007-The Observer )
"I have been thinking about what I am going to say in this piece for days, and yet still I don't quite know how to put it. The truth is that the book I want to tell you about is rather difficult to describe. Its publisher, Jonathan Cape, is calling it a graphic novel. Well, it is certainly a picture book, but a novel? No. It's a history book, really, though that makes it sound too dull -"
No doubt you'll be hearing more from me when I get my hands on a copy.