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Due to a truly impressive volume of spam comments appearing here recently, I’ve had to put all comments into moderation mode, and I’m also going to ask that you register with the site in order to comment. Feel free to register with a fake email and psuedonym, it’s not like I’m going to check. But it helps keep the spambots away. And if you can’t think of a good fake email address or pseudonym, I promise that I will never email you or otherwise exploit your email for any purpose whatsoever. I’m not even sure I would know how to do that.

I’m hoping this is a temporary situation, but in the meantime if you leave a comment and it doesn’t appear right away, it’s because I’m away from the computer, not because I don’t like you or your comment. I want eveveryone who wants to comment to comment. I have no intention of censoring anyone or anything. Except the spambots. Because if left unchecked, they will take away our pancakes. And I’m just not going to let that happen.

Thanks for your understanding, and thanks as always for, you know, everything.

Two books and one DVD that you should not hesitate to buy/rent/steal:

These movies don’t need my recommendation, but the collection itself, with its wealth of extras and (as always) immaculate transfers, is worth its weight in a precious metal slightly less expensive than gold but more expensive than silver. I don’t know what that metal is, but if you find out: bingo!

 

Jean-Patrick Manchette wrote more than just these two masterpieces of existentialist French noir, but these two are my favorite. Both are available in English. Fatale from NYRB in an indifferent translation, and La position du tireur couché (as The Prone Gunman) in a better translation from City Lights Noir. If you can read French, you should. Manchette has been described as Guy Debord meets Rayond Chandler, and while that’s both reductive and inaccurate, it’s not entirely wrong.