Okay then, this is the Place. Millstone, thanks for the Goodis links! However, like all of the stuff one reads nowadays, the grains of salt come into play. Goodis was not a drinker, he was not a smoker, and he wasn’t much of a pool player either. He died on the early side because a big brick fell on...

I believe in David Goodis. He is the king of noir fiction, say what you want about Cornell Woolrich, Jim Thompson, and Patricia Highsmith, fine writers indeed, but Goodis has dialogue that’s said without sound. How noir is that?