Noirvember

[overgeeked]

Noirvember - Wikipedia

The month of November is dedicated to noir.

I'm re-reading some old noir and hard-boiled favorites. Re-reading my copy of Hard City, a noir RPG from Osprey Games. And re-watching some old favorite noir films.

Anyone else participating?

 

[aco175]

I like the Maltese Falcon, but do not know much more about the genre.

 

[Morrus]

The month of November is dedicated to noir.

Is it? Oh, crap. I wish they'd give us some notice. Am I in trouble now?

 

[Gradine]

Is it? Oh, crap. I wish they'd give us some notice. Am I in trouble now?

Not yet, but trouble just walked into the room, with legs for days and a song or two for you

 

[Morrus]

Not yet, but trouble just walked into the room, with legs for days and a song or two for you

I don't know what that means.

 

[Autumnal]

I like the Maltese Falcon, but do not know much more about the genre.

Dashiell Hammett, who wrote The Maltese Falcon, was one of the really big figures in the field. Another of his books, Red Harvest, was filmed as Yojimbo and A Fistful of Dollars and Last Man Standing and others; the original is set in a contemporary-to-Hammett small California town. His novels and short stories remain excellent reading.

Raymond Chandler was another of the biggies. His stories are set mostly in Los Angeles, where he lived; his detective Philip Marlowe is an even fancier talker and narrator than Hammett’s Sam Spade.

You wouldn’t go wrong reading something by either.

 

[Oryzarius]

I don't know what that means.

"It means," Trouble responded, one finger tapping lightly on a half-exposed thigh with a rhythm that rapidly entrained itself with my heartbeat, "that he was toying with you, using the language of a classically disregarded literary genre. It's okay that you don't know bupkis about it; few do. But here's your opportunity."

 

[trappedslider]

Time to watch China Town

 

[gnarlygninja]

I don't know what that means.

Learning what it means is usually the plot.

 

[Gradine]

"It means," Trouble responded, one finger tapping lightly on a half-exposed thigh with a rhythm that rapidly entrained itself with my heartbeat, "that he was toying with you, using the language of a classically disregarded literary genre. It's okay that you don't know bupkis about it; few do. But here's your opportunity."

She, but otherwise, right on the money, kiddo