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I solemnly read the last line of the book I am holding, then close it and put it on the desk next to my bed. 789 more words
Man, I’ve been doing a lot of reviews of movies/books with dead girls in them.
But that’s okay, because they are thought-provoking. I think that this is an issue that’s steadily on the rise, as fetishes and sexual perversions are blurred with art and self-expression; as we move into a permanent, instant-information culture shaded with the comfort of anonymity, sexual fantasies are playing themselves out in interesting, possibly frightening, trends. 602 more words
I must have read The Black Dahlia about four times, now and I still love it even though I’ve come to see its many flaws. Ellroy had such a knack for hard-boiled dialogue, grotesque characters and dark scenes that I find myself swept along each time I pick it up. 40 more words