Author Archive: Sarah Hoyt

THE VERY DEEP THINKING OF OCCASIONAL CORTEX:  “Those white people and their… cauliflower?“

EDITED BY LARRY CORREIA AND KAYCE EZELL (AND I HAVE A STORY IN IT):  Noir Fatale.

The silky note of a saxophone. The echoes of a woman’s high heels down a deserted asphalt street. Steam rising from city vents to cloud the street-lit air. A man with a gun. A dame with a problem . . .

NOIR.

From the pulpy pages of Black Mask Magazine in the 1920s and 30s, through the film noir era of the 1940s, to today, noir fiction has lured many a reader and movie-goer away from the light and into the dark underbelly of society. Names such as Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, and James M. Cain; titles like The Big Sleep, The Maltese Falcon, The Postman Always Rings Twice . . . these have inhabited our collective consciousness for decades. Humanity, it seems, loves the dark. And within the dark, one figure stands out: that of the femme fatale.

Here then, Noir Fatale an anthology containing the full spectrum of noir fiction, each incorporating the compelling femme fatale character archetype. From straightforward hardboiled detective story to dark urban fantasy to the dirty secrets of futuristic science fiction—all with a hard, gritty feel.

As Raymond Chandler said, “Down these mean streets, a man must walk who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid.” Because, as these stories prove, doing the right thing doesn’t necessarily mean you get the big bucks or the girl. But you do the right thing anyway.

 

 

FROM NITAY ARBEL: Operation Flash: Episode 1: Knight’s Gambit Accepted.

On March 21, 1943, one man came within a hairbreadth of blowing up nearly the entire Nazi leadership.

In timeline DE1943RG, he succeeded.

Then the conspirators discovered that killing Hitler and his chief henchmen was the *easy* part.

I DON’T KNOW WHY SO MANY OF MY FRIENDS ARE SO INTERESTED IN GETTING TO WHERE FALLING FROM WOULD KILL THEM BUT THERE IT IS:  Armstrong Starters and Other Old Things.

I HAVE A T-SHIRT THAT SAYS NO NOOK SNEK!  (I HAVE NO CLUE WHO SENT IT TO ME. I HAVE TO LEARN NOT TO SEE SOMETHING SOMEONE POSTED AND SAY “OOOH. I WANT ONE.” IT LEADS TO THE STRANGEST COLLECTION OF GIFTS EVER, RANGING FROM T-SHIRTS TO NERF GUNS.): Swalwell to America: We Will Disarm You; America: *Raises Middle Finger Salute*.

Also: Molon labe. These are my middle fingers.  Behold a matched pair.