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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)
To order an exclusive SIGNED copy on line
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