Details? Like What?

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The reader likes my tale but wants more details. OK. Like what?

Parker in Don Westlake's series has no last name or history or favorite sports team, he doesn't read or go to the movies, no favorite foods. He fucks and robs banks and murders assholes.

Philip Marlowe smokes and drinks. His life is austere in almost every aspect.

The great noir writers trim all the fat from their male characters, the women are all whores. Noir is the battle of the sexes boiled down to the eternal struggle. Homosexuality is a respite from it. Time outta the arena.

Said another way, noir is a ringside seat where things are black and white and Spartan and action.
 
Going back to your other thread about filler, they're probably wanting filler. I've had people complain in my early stories about too much info - I used to put in height weight bra size etc, now I only give generalities.

And now I have people complaining about not enough info. I guess they're the ones who didn't complain about my earlier stories having too much detail.

Can't please everyone all the time. And many readers here aren't wanting Hammet or Chandler or Parker when the come to the site, they come to have a different part of their brain/body titillated.
 
Again, mostly folks who don't know that short stories and novels are two different animals, I think. Just ignore them.
 
Going back to your other thread about filler, they're probably wanting filler. I've had people complain in my early stories about too much info - I used to put in height weight bra size etc, now I only give generalities.

And now I have people complaining about not enough info. I guess they're the ones who didn't complain about my earlier stories having too much detail.

Can't please everyone all the time. And many readers here aren't wanting Hammet or Chandler or Parker when the come to the site, they come to have a different part of their brain/body titillated.

Sure. I know it now. I posted a 17K story that died at birth. It has more shit in it than Santa's sleigh but not like a German whore house where the action is lined up and ready to go. From here on its all battle of the sexes with the guys and gals trying to fuck each other. And that's my Preamble: My stories are about guys and gals trying to fuck each other. If you want something else youre in the wrong place my friend, and better leave.
 
I just read JBJ's latest story here and the Pilot's one as well.

Given the deliberate erotica venue and the 'reading economy' needs of the theoretical Lit reader, these were terse, slick, engaging... frankly, they were well into the extremely professional.

sr71plt was clearly giving the noir style a brisk shake with a hardcore gay twist, and Johnson had it somehow turned Sharon Stone into the mother he never knew for a long time - and never knew he had in the first place, thereby lending a bit of suspension to that particular bridge.

There was no messing about in either story, no wasting of readers' time, and something annoyingly comforting in the dime pulp exposition of plot.
 
I just read JBJ's latest story here and the Pilot's one as well.

Given the deliberate erotica venue and the 'reading economy' needs of the theoretical Lit reader, these were terse, slick, engaging... frankly, they were well into the extremely professional.

sr71plt was clearly giving the noir style a brisk shake with a hardcore gay twist, and Johnson had it somehow turned Sharon Stone into the mother he never knew for a long time - and never knew he had in the first place, thereby lending a bit of suspension to that particular bridge.

There was no messing about in either story, no wasting of readers' time, and something annoyingly comforting in the dime pulp exposition of plot.

All mothers are Sharon Stone. I'm immersing myself in the lesbian literature (fiction and non fiction) to dissect it. One lesbian says its become chic 'to do' and then all the girls go look for husbands. I had the same allegiance to lynching niggers. It gets old. The nice thing about husbands is their male friends with wives. Two-fers.

Oh! I knew my mom was Sharon Stone. There was no question that I was my old man's understudy. My dad died young, and she died at 39. Good looking woman, too.
 
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