Thompson’s bad craziness and Jack Kerouac wanderlust jacked in.Īnd C.W. The novels of James Crumley read like the literary equivalent of a Warren Zevon album, with more than a little Hunter S. If you’re looking for sprawling, impressionistic tales of sex and drugs and guns and rock’n’roll, you’ve come to the right place. the opening lines of The Last Good Kiss
“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.” Richard Hugo in “Degrees of Gray in Phillipsburg”
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