miker wrote:
"Spillane's writing might not be topnotch, but I really like
the character of Mike Hammer. Hammer's ugly mad dog attitude
is a far cry from the noble gleam of Marlowe's tarnished
armor. It's a story that needed to be told. Hammer's excesses
are almost poetic."
From David Markson's Epitaph for a Dead Beat (1961):
SEMI-SPOILER, REVEALS GENDER OF WHODUNNIT, BUT NOTHING
ELSE
"Heck, that's a pretty flimsy parting line. Too bad you're
not one of those Mickey Spillane detectives -- you could
shoot me in the belly and be done with it. But that would be
murder, wouldn't it? I mean, since after all, you can't prove
a thing."
. . .
"I did shoot her -- through her twisted, malevolent brain,
with every bullet in the Magnum, savoring each separate
recoil as it jarred my arm to the shoulder -- but only in my
imagination, only in my imagination."
Mark
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