![]() ![]() Angel’s been hired by the mysterious Louis Cyphre, a creepy man of means with a couple of lickspittle lawyers up his sleeve. In this case, his job is the pursuit of a missing big-band singer, Johnny Favorite. ![]() Where do you search for a guy who was never there to begin with? He’s a scotch-drinking, hard-talking ex-serviceman who lies like a rug in the course of his job. The novel tells the story of a NYC private dick, Harry Angel. IT WAS FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH and yesterday’s snowstorm lingered in the streets like a leftover curse. The opening line is something which indicates to the reader that Hjortsberg is starting as he means to go on: Disregarding this type of lit is a loss, because everyone needs some dumb fun once in a while.)įalling Angel is unashamedly a pulp work. As far as brain-off reads go, pulps are a good way to defrag the mind after one too many volumes of Proust. ![]() Often, you’ll find wisdom or truth amongst the piles of bodies. You know, there’s a lot to be said for pulps. ![]()
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