Noir: Christopher Moore

Moore is an amazing writer, veering over his writing career from demons, to vampires, marine biologists and aquatic aliens, Christ’s Resurrection, Picasso, the Angel of Death, sequined love nuns, Santa Claus, The French Masters and Toulouse-Latrecque and now this.

His ideas and language are not only always fresh but thought provoking. More, the man can write similes like Tom Robbins can write Dolly Parton metaphors.

Noir because Moore because started off writing something in the style of Leonard, Hammett and Spade. Noir because he somehow weaves in Roswell, UFOs and the Men in Black. Noir because San Francisco after WWII is a city dark with broken and maimed men, drug abuse, police and political corruption. Noir because there is murder, mayhem, meshugas and murdering maniacs.

Buy it. Read it. Love it. Love the Cheese. Sammy does. And so do I.

WIKIPEDIA: Noir fiction (or roman noir) is a literary genre closely related to hardboiled genre,[1] with a distinction that the protagonist is not a detective, but instead either a victim, a suspect, or a perpetrator. Other common characteristics include a self-destructive protagonist.[2] A typical protagonist of noir fiction is dealing with the legal, political or other system, which is no less corrupt than the perpetrator, by whom the protagonist is either victimized and/or has to victimize others on a daily basis, leading to a lose-lose situation.


A mish-mash of thoughts and impressions come to mind over the past several days:

— Alan Turing has received a pardon from the Queen for “moral turpitude.” A pardon? Pardon me, but Alan Turing doesn’t need any bloody pardon from anyone. The man was a genius, someone who gave great service to his country. He was not only a brilliant mathamatician but the father of computing and inventor of the machine that broke the Nazi Enigma code in WWII, a feat which some people believe won the war (for my own take on that see my essay on the subject (

No, Alan, stand proud, you don’t need no pardon from anyone!

— Justin Bieber…. yawn, just go away, will you please? You’ve become the Britney Spears of your generation. If only you weren’t Canadian so you didn’t infect the world’s opinion of our fine country.

— The Sochi Olympics; in a previous post, I mused whether the Olympics were worth the money and resource in this age; with the irresistible target they make for terrorists, that opinion is only growing stronger. I pray for the athletes, their relatives and the specator’s sakes there is somehow no incident related to these games.

— Rob Ford….see comments about la Bieber above but replace Britney Spears with Marion Barry. To paraphrase an axiom, a city gets the mayor it deserves. Toronto the unloved.

— Gillian Flynn…I recently finished two extremely disturbing novels by Madame Flynn. So well written but so soul destoying; after reading them, I felt like scrubbing out my soul with a wire brush… do I applaud her skills or lament the psychological trauma the books inflict? In contrast, I also finished Christopher Moore’s LAMB, comically rich and just as well written. How is that people object to this satire of the Messiah story so much more strongly than Madame Flynn’s rampage through the psyche?

— The Ukraine….deja Orange…my prayers are with you.