If I’m Not Mistaken, Thats Literary, Therefore Boo-kish, Thus, I’m Crashing the Party
She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might, if I had a startled fawn and it jerked away from me.
Raymond Chandler
Happy All Hallows Eve
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If I’m Not Mistaken, Thats Literary, Therefore Boo-kish, Thus, I’m Crashing the Party
She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might, if I had a startled fawn and it jerked away from me.
Raymond Chandler
Happy All Hallows Eve
Good image, bad Chandler. How dare you.
“Tall, aren’t you?” she said.
“I didn’t mean to be.”
Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.”
Those eyes in the fence…
Raymond Chandler lived in the Bonnie Brea Pico Union area of Los Angeles. Didn’t you do a project in that area?
I found this out from this page
http://homepage.mac.com/llatker/residences.html
Ah, the transition from Halloween to Xmas tree lot. Was that any relation to Tovah with a walk through in the video?
Happy Halloween!
It was fun watching the video. I don’t get many kids in my neighborhood anymore. Mostly teenagers who don’t dress up.
ha-ha-ha! I LOVE THE VIDEO, wherever did you find it?! I reminds me of our daily safety tips at work – DAILY!
Ann – teens who do dress up are only marginally better. I love the cute little ones but I think they all went to the mall this year.
Chandlers lived in a house around the corner from Cal Tech, too, at least that was one of their houses. It’s a super ’70s MOdern POS that provides a huge-no- off the hook contrast to the rest of the houses in the cul-de-sac.
It’s 11:30 and I have another trick or traitor! How does this stop again? Do I gotta make a sign?
Ps. Vic’s recording is fabu—grrrreat.
And another thing… LIVERACHEE!
“Without a husband to love, Mrs. Liberace lavished all her affections on the children. Lee, as she calls him, had to be a substitute for everything that frustrated women missed in her life. And he responded to that adoration from his mother so naturally that it was inevitable, in the end, that his greatest appeal on television should be to the millions of middle-aged women who saw him as a kind of combination son and lover.”
- From Top Secret magazine 1959-
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To Raymond Chandler Appreciators John E. has provided a link to an excellent web site. Visit and get lost in the Underbelly of what was Old L.A.
http://homepage.mac.com/llatker/
AH: I dare I DARE!! and so do you, excellent choice…
“From 30 feet away she looked like a lot of class. From 10 feet away she looked like something made up to be seen from 30 feet away”. Can’t get enough of the old boy.
Elaine: They’re watching you, following you Ahhhh run children run, it’s the Oscar Mayer Wiener Wagon
http://pasadenaadjacent.com/2008/09/29/the-pasadena-adjacent-neighborhood-of-ozzie-and-harrietstan/
John E.: Yes and I’m embarrassed. The RC passage from High Window (below) gives a description that would fit the Pico Union area to a tee. I would argue that it holds the key to why these historical zones didn’t give way to development “benign neglect”
Keith: You are so observant. Why yes, that was Tovah cutting in on the scene. She’s such a narcissist.
Ann Erdman: Yes, and you have to feed them because they have a tendency to take pleasure in the “Trick” aspect of Halloween. Me, I live on a hillside and the teen crowd have proven to be a rather lazy bunch. They avoid cardiac hill in favor of easier pickins.
tash: Daily?, now that is scary… Raymond Chandler must have a appropriate line for that……..ok, maybe not but,
The High Window
Bunker Hill is old town, lost town, shabby town, crook town. Once, very long ago, it was the choice residential district of the city, and there are still standing a few of the jigsaw Gothic mansions with wide porches and walls covered with round-end shingles and full corner bay windows with spindle turrets. They are all rooming houses now, their parquetry floors are scratched and worn through the once glossy finish and the wide sweeping staircases are dark with time and with cheap varnish laid on over generations of dirt. In the tall rooms haggard landladies bicker with shifty tenants. On the wide cool front porches, reaching their cracked shoes into the sun, and staring at nothing, sit the old men with faces like lost battles.
In and around the old houses there are flyblown restaurants and Italian fruit stands and cheap apartment houses and little candy stores where you can buy even nastier things than their candy. And there are ratty hotels where nobody except people named Smith and Jones sign the register and where the night clerk is half watchdog and half pander.
Out of the apartment houses come women who should be young but have faces like stale beer; men with pulled-down hats and quick eyes that look the street over behind the cupped hand that shields the match flame; worn intellectuals with cigarette coughs and no money in the bank; fly cops with granite faces and unwavering eyes; cokies and coke peddlers; people who look like nothing in particular and know it, and once in a while even men that actually go to work. But they come out early, when the wide cracked sidewalks are empty and still have dew on them.
Mary Darling: I now believe after watching “The Women” every woman should have darling as their last name.
“where I’ve bit no grass grows ever”
“I’ve had two years to grow claws mother, Jungle Red!!! and not a man in
sight…trick or traitor
Top Secret Top Ramin
RC at his best. thanks.
I’m late to this party, PA. Your shots are incredible. (Those eyes!!!!!) I don’t know why I can’t get the video to work but I’m still marveling at the two photos. Puzzling and melancholy. I love that combo.
Oh gosh darn it! My internet connection was dead all weekend and I missed all this Raymond Chandler cornucopia. He is one of my favorite writers. It’s amazing to me how he managed to write noir in a land consistently drowned in sunlight. California Noir it is.
Vanda, welcome…
Nothing more oppressive then consistent sunlight. Thanks to RC, I was able to make this post fit two categories (halloween and theme day). Great description of Bunker Hill which is now a museum off the Arroyo Parkway. What would Raymond think?