The Postman Always Rings Twice
by:
James M. Cain (author)
An amoral young tramp. A beautiful, sullen woman with an inconvenient husband. A problem that has only one grisly solution--a solution that only creates other problems that no one can ever solve.First published in 1934 and banned in Boston for its explosive mixture of violence and eroticism,...
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An amoral young tramp. A beautiful, sullen woman with an inconvenient husband. A problem that has only one grisly solution--a solution that only creates other problems that no one can ever solve.First published in 1934 and banned in Boston for its explosive mixture of violence and eroticism, The Postman Always Rings Twice is a classic of the roman noir. It established James M. Cain as a major novelist with an unsparing vision of America's bleak underside, and was acknowledged by Albert Camus as the model for The Stranger.
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Format: paperback
ISBN:
9780679723257 (0679723250)
ASIN: 679723250
Publish date: May 14th 1989
Publisher: Vintage
Pages no: 116
Edition language: English
Reading this book felt like watching a car crash happen in slow motion. It made me truly feel icky and I really didn´t enjoy reading about these horrible and despicable characters. Thankfully it was a short read and I´m already done with it. Stanley Tuccis narration was excellent, though. He reall...
It’s difficult to not make a review of THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE into a comparison the author’s most acclaimed noir novels, DOUBLE INDEMNITY. Both involve a couple who attempt to commit the perfect murder, both focus on how the main characters’ flaws manifest post-murder, and both have insuranc...
It was alright. I don't think i'll ever read it again. I didn't like the dialogue, but the general plot was good. *Review written on November 14, 2014.*
Rotten people, rotten souls, rotten motivations and bittersweet justice. It was good. I have another book by the same author and I am sure I am gonna read it very soon.
“The devil got his money’s worth that night.” Unemployed drifter washes up at a service station and makes the telegraph post in his pants all too obvious to the wife of his host. Result? Murder. Although it’s not that simple. “Ban this sick filth” said Boston in 1934 and even today the libido lances...
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