Well done, you! It's always good to know you have more fiction out there.
Thank you! It's short, but it does not have line breaks.
A friend of mine wrote a song called "Subaqueous".
Tell your friend I approve.
Never actually seen the show.
It really is like film noir in half-hour installments, fast-forwarded a decade: very atmospheric, wet night streets, docklands in fog, jazz playing everywhere; the protagonist's girlfriend is a singer in a dive called Mother's where the hatchet-faced proprietress looks like she goes back to Prohibition. He has a sometime friend on the force, a weary lieutenant in a rumpled suit. Everyone talks stylized, obliquely. Everybody's deadpan, because this isn't a world where you show you care. It's not realism, but I still appreciate that Gunn walks around with bruises after getting beaten up. It's a full decade earlier, but there are ways in which it reminds me more than anything else of The Prisoner. It's just that slight click off from here.
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Thank you! It's short, but it does not have line breaks.
A friend of mine wrote a song called "Subaqueous".
Tell your friend I approve.
Never actually seen the show.
It really is like film noir in half-hour installments, fast-forwarded a decade: very atmospheric, wet night streets, docklands in fog, jazz playing everywhere; the protagonist's girlfriend is a singer in a dive called Mother's where the hatchet-faced proprietress looks like she goes back to Prohibition. He has a sometime friend on the force, a weary lieutenant in a rumpled suit. Everyone talks stylized, obliquely. Everybody's deadpan, because this isn't a world where you show you care. It's not realism, but I still appreciate that Gunn walks around with bruises after getting beaten up. It's a full decade earlier, but there are ways in which it reminds me more than anything else of The Prisoner. It's just that slight click off from here.