Do you have to hand in your hipster card if you love
film noir? This is the serious love affair my protagonist Steele Hill confesses
to in the short story Lady Madonna Meets
the Martians. http://amzn.to/1H0fPdf
In the 1990s, 20-something Hill
scours video shops for noir classics and when caught watching the vids at home
has to explain his abnormal behaviour.
Twenty years on, are we noir
lovers to be even more pitied or have the hipsters caught up with the joys of
black and white crime films?
