“…drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon.”


James Crumley was one of my favorite writers ever and he died yesterday at age 68. The Wrong Case and (especially) The Last Good Kiss were classic, hard-boiled PI fiction with his own special touch and ought to be read by any fan of the genre or just plain good writing.

I have often written that the opening sentence/paragraph the latter book was the best ever in crime fiction and cite it here in his memory, one last once:

When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon.

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