Monthly Archives: September 2011

Where Have All the Funny Books Gone?

When I walked into the club, Currie told me that Clay Adams was waiting for me in the library. That was welcome news.  I was somewhat irritated by something I’d read that day, and Clay would be the perfect person … Continue reading

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That Was Then

It’s a quiet evening at the club. Many of the regulars are here, but the mood is somber and reflective. I’m alone in the library – Chesterton, Burroughs, Gibson, Rohmer, and Van Dine looking down on me from the shelves … Continue reading

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