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JAMESBJOHNSON
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I finally ordered a novel by Ross MacDonald. MacDonald is reputed to be the Holy Ghost of the Hammett, Chandler, MacDonald Trinity. Lew Archer reminds me of Philip Marlowe without a sense of humor. But the writing is better than I expected. That is, there's no navel gazing or soul searching or savage breasts to pacify. Good noir should never be VALLEY OF THE DOLLS or anything Steinbeck. John cried over everything, like John Boner.
