Crime fiction's generally pretty serious business, but life isn't always about being serious. While watching the last episode of season three of The Wire, I heard a line that had me rolling on the floor. I won't go into the details of it because I don't want to spoil it, but it went like this:
A couple of lines from 'Casablanca' (well, crime occurs in the film, so I figure it counts) always crack me up. One is when Rick tells Ilsa, "I wouldn't bring up Paris, it's poor salesmanship." And the other line is when the Nazi officer asks Rick his nationality, Rick replies, "I'm a drunkard."
So much depends on context. Here's a passage from Chapter One of Ken Bruen's new one, Cross, that I read aloud to my Irish American husband, who snorted loudly, and he doesn't even read crime fiction:
There are many crimes in the Irish lexicon...but here were nigh on unforgivable. Topping the list are:
Silence or reticence. You've got to be able to chat, preferably incessantly. Making sense isn't even part of the equation.
Not buying a round. You might think no one notices, but they do.
Having notions, ideas above your imagined station.
Neglecting the grave of your family.
There are others, such as having a posh accent, disliking hurling, watching BBC, but they are the second division. There's a way back from them, but the first division, you are fucked.
Ah, yes. That's one of the reasons I like Ken Bruen so much. Great characterization and an absolute understanding of his culture. (Oh, and it's funny, too -- in that very nice way of being able to laugh at yourself).
Only real one-liner I can think of is from one of Lawrence Block's Scudder novels: "Just because you give me a hard-on doesn' t mean you can lead me around by it."
Hey, J.D., I remember when you quoted that line on the panel at Madison. I've been telling everybody it's yours. I think I'll keep telling people that, you delivered it so well.