The opening of this noir book is so wrapped up in 1940s publishing jargon that I thought I was reading a weird science fiction book at first. We begin in a giant highrise where our first (of several) narrators in hiding in the clock tower of the building. He’s witnessed a murder (the owner of the publishing firm did it) and he’s hiding. The rest of the book takes place along several lines of narration as the publisher tries to figure out who saw it, […]
I first met Pauline Delos at one of those substantial parties Earl Janoth like to give every two or three months…
The Big Clock by Kenneth Fearing
