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JAMESBJOHNSON
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Raymond Chandler cautioned noir writers about luv. He said luv ruins detectives. So last night I'm reading a detective novel by Robert Crais in which Elvis Cole has a girl friend. His lady totally fucked up the man's life, work, routines, etc. Crais got rid of her, he said, because she fucked up the plots too much. She did. In the next novel poor Elvis babysits her kid while she flys off to New York, and much of the book is about Elvis and the kid hanging out until a pervert has the decency to snatch the kid (he'll be sorry).
Crais succumbed to the same disease all best selling writers catch, after 6 big hits drenched in blood and gore, and shot fulla lead, he becomes confident enough to write a few books about a detective who helps cute kids find their lost dogs and lunch money. The girl friend was all for it. Crais missed a few sweet paydays and got his mind right about the value of pussy.
Crais succumbed to the same disease all best selling writers catch, after 6 big hits drenched in blood and gore, and shot fulla lead, he becomes confident enough to write a few books about a detective who helps cute kids find their lost dogs and lunch money. The girl friend was all for it. Crais missed a few sweet paydays and got his mind right about the value of pussy.