Dutch Forkes
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| - | : Pleased by parting of a crowd, the criminal builds an arsenal. A cabinet of observation, of deadly vision through a slight -- through the fastidious expanse of an overattendeant mam, a cruising face set of smile, each mile, settled, like poetry given ot a woman weeping from birth --- entire faces reaching out, splayed, impossibly | + | : Pleased by the parting of a crowd the criminal builds an arsenal. A cabinet of observation, of deadly vision through a slight -- through the fastidious expanse of an overattendeant mam -- a cruising face set of smile, each mile, settled, like poetry given ot a woman weeping from birth --- entire faces reaching out, splayed, impossibly. Let's cut it short. We can step to the dooor. Or we can ''seem.''" |
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He was invited but shows up primarily to stuff 'clues' into a sack. An alligator with gunmetal paw-rings, he recieves a single, enormous and gently roasted peanut.
Celebrated "private dick," hard-boiled, or rather, poached. He appeared in two novels by Stimes Addisson. His name is an homage to Wilhemina Forkes and his character is based upon stories she used to tell of a crazy uncle--Günter Forkes--who set up a diamond shop in Amsterdam and converted to Juadaism after the Second World War. He was stabbed to death by a half-mad rabbinical student who'd fallen in love with Forkes' wife. In the books, however, Dutch isn't Jewish and lives in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.
Though rarely found outside dime stores and run-down shanties, Addisson's work in the detective milieu has recieved and extraordinary amount of attention in recent years. Launching this critical reappriasal was 2002's The Forkes Enigma: A Study of Cryptoprophecy Noir.
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- Pleased by the parting of a crowd the criminal builds an arsenal. A cabinet of observation, of deadly vision through a slight -- through the fastidious expanse of an overattendeant mam -- a cruising face set of smile, each mile, settled, like poetry given ot a woman weeping from birth --- entire faces reaching out, splayed, impossibly. Let's cut it short. We can step to the dooor. Or we can seem."
-- end, twilson, 1/9/05
