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I Don't Have A Cellphone Or A Computer. I Deliberately Circumscribe My Mental Life Within The Periods That I Write About, And The Power Of Perfidia Is That It's The Result Of Complete Immersion. I Was There For The Two Years That It Took Me To Write That Book.

Noir Is Dead For Me Because Historically, I Think It's A Simple View. I've Taken It As Far As It Can Go. I Think I've Expanded On It A Great Deal, Taken It Further Than Any Other American Novelist.

The Wildest Ride In Modern Crime Novel Exoticum. A Novel So Steeped In Milieu That It Feels As If You've Blasted To Mars In The Grip Of A Demon Who Won't Let You Go. Read This Book, Savor The Language-it's The Last-and The Most Compelling Word In Thrillers.

I'm Way Past The Idea Of Using Ideology Or Political View As A Gauge Of Human Character. I Simply Don't Believe It. And Many People, I Tend To Think Most People, Feel That Way. Since I Don't Have To Worry About It, I'm Happy.

L.a. Ispolluted. It's Overpopulated. But It Is Very Much Home. It Was Inevitable For Me, The Moving Back. I Was Living In San Francisco, And Joan Broke It Off With Me, And I Needed A Place To Live. I'd Been Divorced. And I Needed To Write Movies And Tv Shows To Earn A Living. Alimony. All That. So I Figured What The Hell, I'll Go Back To L.a.