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![]() ![]() ![]() This auspicious beginning is in the voice of an itinerant Montana private eye named C.W. When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon. It is the opening of his 1978 novel The Last Good Kiss: The sentence was not the only notable string of words this fine writer composed, but devotees of his work often point to it as a landmark in modern detective fiction. When the Texas-born novelist James Crumley died at age 68 on September 17, newspaper obituaries in Los Angeles, Washington, New York, and London all mentioned one of his sentences. ![]() It was invented by people who needed a drink.” -James Crumley, interviewed in Paris, France, 1988. ![]()
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