The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Art of Crime Fiction #4


Dead Yellow Women
(by Dashiell Hammett)
(Dell, 1947)

3 comments :

Rob said...

One of the greatest short story titles ever, and this was a crackerjack cover.

BCNU

swac said...

Great title, great story, great collection...hard to believe I found this copy for a buck at a yard sale. It pays to be a smart shopper.

It had a couple of Hammett short stories I hadn't seen collected before (as did an odd hardback collection of Sam Spade stories I found somewhere else in bargainland), and finding anything by Hammett you haven't read before is always something of a holy grail.

sleepybomb said...

that and also a lucky shopper. i have the complete james bond 1st ed in paperback. took me years, and yrs ago i lost 'the spy who loved me', just to find one in auburn cali not long ago . . . hahahaha
(but now all my pulp is in an advanced state of entropy).