tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9995718.post8409792773615575094..comments2024-03-24T11:31:02.882-04:00Comments on Olman's Fifty: 40. Bordersnakes by James CrumleyOlmanFeelyushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17521657876810568251noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9995718.post-86679768576487232282007-11-17T19:18:00.000-05:002007-11-17T19:18:00.000-05:00This is why I love these book blogs - always a new...This is why I love these book blogs - always a new author to look for around every corner. I got this quote from a piece about Crumley. I liked it:<BR/><BR/><I> “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 Sonora, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon.”<BR/><BR/>The crime fiction cognoscenti have committed that paragraph to memory.<BR/><BR/>As Dennis Lehane confided in April 2003, speaking for himself and fellow crime authors George Pelecanos and Michael Connelly, “I think it's funny we all hold the same book in a certain high regard, which is James Crumley's Last Good Kiss. I think that’s the thing we’re swinging for — ‘there’s the benchmark, let’s go after that.’ That’s a book that stands head and shoulders above any concept of genre fiction.”</I>Jason Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669997643023511165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9995718.post-5705160130686007502007-11-17T00:11:00.000-05:002007-11-17T00:11:00.000-05:00I'm all for fewer games, more reading!I'm all for fewer games, more reading!meezlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09064532853057054875noreply@blogger.com