Thumbs up for The Postman Always Rings Twice by James M. Cain. Suspense.
The sort of book that couldn’t be written now that divorce is easily available. If you like noir, though (which I do sometimes), this is a requisite read; it has a dark sparkle like nothing else.
They threw me off the hay truck about noon. I had swung on the night before, down at the border, and as soon as I got up there under the canvas, I went to sleep. I needed plenty of that, after three weeks in Tia Juana, and I was still getting it when they pulled off to one side to let the engine cool. Then they saw a foot sticking out and threw me off. I tried some comical stuff, but all I got was a dead pan, so that gag was out. They gave me a cigarette, though, and I hiked down the road to find something to eat.
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