Raymond Chandler was born in Chicago, Illinois, on this day 1888.
“He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food cake.”
―from FAREWELL, MY LOVELY by Raymond Chandler
Louis-Ferdinand Céline et Toto, Meudon, reportage de François Pagès pour Paris-Match, 1957
"The worst part is wondering how you’ll find the strengh tomorrow to go on doing what you did today and have been doing for much too long, where you’ll find the strengh for all that stupid running around, those projects that come to nothing, those attempts to escape from crushing necessity, which always founder and serve only to convince you one more time that destinity is implacable, that every night will find you down and out, crushed by the dread of more and more sordid and insecure tommorrows."
Louis Ferdinand Céline, Death on Credit
The books we need, are the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that makes us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, or lost in a forest remote from all human habitation, a book should serve as the axe for the frozen sea within us.
IN 1972, when I saw fellow Los Angeles Free Press writer Charles Bukowski’s book in the window of a bookstore in West Hampstead in London, my first reaction was one of jealousy. The book was called Notes of a Dirty Old Man, …
Happy birthday Hubert Selby Jr
From the bonus features section of the Requiem for a Dream DVD. One of the most influential conversations I’ve ever listened to … Selby displays himself openly and sincerely with Ellen Burnstyn, as they discuss the nature of his life and spirituality.
“Find what you love and let it kill you.”
Charles Bukowski, Los Angeles, 1982.