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THE
WIT AND WISDOM
OF
MAX SLATER
Private Detective

Max Slater is a cool, ultra-cynical private eye whose wry observation, ascerbic wit and off-beat view of the world make him the most original creation in British crime fiction in recent years and have resulted in his creator, Nick Fletcher, being compared with the legendary American writer Raymond Chandler.

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‘Style is everything, even in death.’

‘Her outfit needed a higher heel, but then most things women wear need a higher heel’

‘I was disappointed he wasn’t using a .357 Magnum. If you’re going to be shot dead it may as well be with a cult gun.’

‘I believe discretion is the better part of valour. All cowards believe that.’

‘People are like radios. You meet them and within a few sentences you are trying to get their wavelength. Some, you just find on the fringe, the absolute extremities of your frequency. Conversation is hard going. You can just about relate to them if you work at it. But others, not many, you just tune into immediately, and they to you.’

‘He looked like a transvestite on his day off.’

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‘It is a myth that the police are not thorough. Agreed, they are not always bright, but they are very thorough.’

‘Instinct tells me that when somebody offers more than something is worth, they usually have a different reason from the one actually given.’

‘Playing it by ear is one of my strong points.’

‘I like a woman who has the kind of lips that suggest that if they kiss you,
you stay kissed.’

‘It’s always a good idea to keep perfectly still when someone has a sharp knife touching your balls.’

‘She looked the sort of woman whose sexual arousal could be triggered only by nuclear fission.’

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‘A woman discarded for a younger version is hallmarked by an acid profile. She’s sulky, resentful, smouldering quietly and dangerously, just waiting for a spark.’

‘He was the kind of man who was wearing black until they invented a darker colour.’

‘She picked up a pen which was longer than her attention span.’

‘Journalists are excellent judges of character.
They’ve heard everything hundreds of times and have learned to recognise smokescreens, accomplished liars and hidden agendas.’

‘Don’t you just hate it when a man who wants to kill you calls you
by your first name?’

‘You could tell I wasn’t used to being in a car chase. There was a gaggle of heavyweight psychos on my trail and I was still trying to stick to the speed limit.’

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‘I like looking at pretty women. Every man has his own set of critieria.
For me, it’s the legs, the figure, the essential long hair, but significantly,
she has to have a dangerous face.’

‘He didn’t come over as a loony but the fact that he was a member
of the Peerage did not entirely preclude him from the possibility.’

‘She was less bright than a TV weather girl.’

‘You could search a dictionary all day long and never find one good word for him.’

‘She was the only person I knew who could interrupt herself.’

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Read more about Max Slater in
The Long Sunset
by Nick Fletcher
(South Star, £6.99)

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