LA Poetry Festival Noir Cooridor
This section connects poetry and the movies of film noir,
generally associated with black and white film of the 1940’s.
It is more than simply the source for the title of Martin Scorsese’s first movie
Article by Suzanne Lummis
In his essay for “The Simple Art of Murder” Raymond Chandler turned his first-rate literary mind to unconventional ends, and set down a fierce new moral code for denizens of the naked city. By RAYOND CHANDLER In everything that can be called art there is a quality of redemption. It may be pure tragedy, if it is a high tragedy, and it may be pity and irony, and it may be the raucous laughter of the strong man. But… down these mean streets a man must go. who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid… He is the hero; he is everything. He must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor — by instinct, by inevitability, without thought of it, and certainly without saying it. He must be the best man in his world and a good enough man for any world. I do not care much about his private life; he is neither a eunuch nor a satyr; I think he might seduce a duchess and I am quite sure he would not spoil a virgin; if he is a man of honor in one thing, he is that in all things. He is a relatively poor man, or he would not be a detective at all. He is a common man or he could not go among common people. He has a sense of character, or he would not know his job. He will take no man’s money dishonestly and no man’s insolence without a due and dispassionate revenge. He is a lonely man and his pride is that you will treat him as a proud man or be very sorry you ever saw him. He talks as the man of his age talks — that is, with rude wit, a lively sense of the grotesque, a disgust for sham, and a contempt for pettiness. The story is this man’s adventure in search of a hidden truth, and it would be no adventure if it did not happen to a man fit for adventure. He has a range of awareness that startles you, but it belongs to him by right, because it belongs to the world he live in. If there were enough like him, the world would be a very safe place to live in, without becoming too dull to be worth living in.