I just wanted to chime in with my love for Pop. 1280. It's
remarkable how Thompson could take an identical plot to "The
Killer Inside Me" and write a completely different novel...
this one funny and breezy despite being violent and very
noirish.
I don't know how he does it but Thompson had a skill of being
able to write a story from the first person where the
narrator thinks he's hot stuff and the smartest guy in the
room, but you can STILL SEE THE WALLS OF DOOM CLOSING IN
AROUND HIM. Everything is slanted in his favor because he's
telling the story, but you can tell he's going to be screwed
anyway. For me this is quintessential noir.
--Channing
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