
Carl Spackler
“People say, you know, I’m an idiot or something."
Codes and myths, narratives and icons, rituals and representations.
“People say, you know, I’m an idiot or something."
The cake has always been at odds with Indian culture.
The hardboiled protagonist has developed a sentimentality-proof exoskeleton.
“Heavy boots of lead / Fills his victims full of dread."
Blursday the fortyteenth of Maprilay.
A chastened, bewildered, deeply grateful vector of southern-fried redemptive forces.
He’s a prawn trapped in a net.
"Some people simply do not belong."
"A small, trivial, rather ridiculous object."
They refuse to live like “schnooks.”
"Yes, sir. I'm your pal."
A meme that has propagated from one pulp genre to another…
“One soldier more or less doesn’t make any difference, you know.”
"Just snake a tube down her nose."