"Street Raised" Is Reviewed By The God of Noir
Eddie Muller reviewed "Street Raised" in the San Francisco Chronicle today! That is destiny in a sense, one underrated writer reviewing another. Maybe the New York Times and publishers will do the right thing sooner than later, by vaulting these overlooked authors on to the nation level where they belong, instead of so much airport paperback tripe.
Labels: Eddie Muller, Pearce Hansen
posted by Writeprocrastinator at 8:42 PM
5 Comments:
Every time you talk about Eddie Muller, I think you're talking about Eddie Mueller, who is actually Eddie Vedder. You need to talk about Eddie Vedder more.
I wondered why that name had another connation in the back of my mind.
Back in the day, videogame programmers used to put these little things that they called "Easter eggs." Little mini-games, power-ups (things that made your videogame character stronger) and the like.
Well, this is my little Easter egg, so to speak. It's dedicated to the dedicated who read the comments, as well as the only part of my blog that I can access at all. I can't access my blog right now, as the situation is "either sign up for Beta or you can't even edit your old posts, you procrastinating bastard! Ah-ha-ha-ah-ha-ha-ah-ha-ha!"
I promise that I will rectify it this weekend, though that doesn't Blogger will necessarily let me do so. When I tried to backdoor back into my blog, it sent me to page a few times and on the last time, it said my blog wasn't eligible for an update.
If not, I'll show up on another blogging engine and it's been a blast. I'm just sorry that it has to be this way, regardless of the outcome.
All the best,
Write Procrastinator,
a.k.a. "Cormac Brown,
a.k.a. "Mr. Earl"
yeah, i had business in the City and made one screening at the Castro, got to meet Eddie before the review was published. He was gracious with his time (as there were a LOT of people wanting a piece of him) and he managed the non-stop juggling act of micro-managing Noir City without even looking harried or frazzled. It was a privelege to meet him, and a blast to sit in the Castro, eat popcorn, and watch vintage noir among an enthusiastic capacity crowd :)
pearce
Pearce,
Eddie is a generous soul, as much as he does for noir and crime fiction in this city, that virtually ignores its rich heritage in both genres.
I've never made it to the Castro or the Noir Festival. The Castro is too much of a pain in the ass to get to from my house, though I will make the effort by necessity because all of the good rare films are shown there.
As far as the Noir Festival, either something comes up at work and I can't get out, or someone gets sick in this household. You're very fortunate to have experienced both.
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