The Black Lizard Big Book of Black Mask Stories (Vintage Crime/Black Lizard)
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An unstoppable anthology of crime stories culled from Black Mask magazine the legendary publication that turned a pulp phenomenon into literary mainstream.
Black Mask was the apotheosis of noir. It was the magazine where the first hardboiled detective story, which was written by Carroll John Daly appeared. It was the slum in which such American literary titans like Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler got their start, and it was the home of stories with titles like “Murder Is Bad Luck,” “Ten Carets of Lead,” and “Drop Dead Twice.” Collected here is best of the best, the hardest of the hardboiled, and the darkest of the dark of America’s finest crime fiction. This masterpiece collection represents a high watermark of America’s underbelly. Crime writing gets no better than this.
• Deadly Diamonds
• Dancing Rats
• A Prize Fighter Fighting for His Life
• A Parrot that Wouldn’t Talk
• Dashiell Hammett’s The Maltese Falcon as it was originally published
• Lester Dent's Luck in print for the first time
then till meal time in his cabin, and she ate with him.” He inhaled and exhaled smoke, turned his head aside to spit a yellow tobacco flake off his lip, and went on: “After the meal Captain Jacobi had three more visitors. One of them was Cairo, and one was Gutman, and one was the kid who delivered Gutman’s message to you yesterday. Those three came together, while Brigid was there, and the five of them did a lot of talking in the Captain’s cabin. It’s hard to get anything out of the crew, but
New Orleans together for New Year’s. The police checked this as a matter of routine and proved it was true. To everybody’s surprise Andrews’ wife didn’t sue the track for a dime. She just had her husband’s body sent to New York and buried it. The only person who sued was the woman who’d got a bloody nose. She said her beauty had been ruined forever and she sued for a hundred thousand dollars. I said I was going to sue because my ten bucks had been on Doomsday, but the stewards reminded me they
the night I would ever regret or forget. I like to think she’ll never forget it either. Maybe just because for those hours I didn’t ask any questions. Or maybe because she’d felt, at least for the moment, some of the emotion many must have felt for her. It was around midnight when the phone rang, and she went to answer it. It was for me. It was Papa. “Levon, Selak is with you?” “No. I haven’t seen him. He left the store before I did. I didn’t see him leave.” “Grace called, Levon. She’s
disappearing into it—and for moments of miserable suffering, I pictured you in the arms of the man you had met. Finally the convertible lights gleamed on, its motor purred and it breezed into the boulevard. You must not have noticed my car following you, or if you did you thought nothing of it. Many cars cruised that way, to the end of the boulevard, then along Rendezvous Road. I trailed you all the way, Rhea, until the shiny convertible pulled into a special parking space outside the Clover
come back, but of course I couldn’t hold the house for them. Now if you’d like to look at it, Mrs. Smith …” But Angel was looking at her “husband” again. “You know, darling, perhaps Mrs.—er—” She glanced helplessly at the woman who said, “My name is Crandall.” “Perhaps Mrs. Crandall could recommend someone to move our furniture. Those last people we had were simply unbearable. I’ll just never forgive them for ruining our twin beds.” Edgerson gulped. “Could you recommend someone, Mrs.