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Jim Thomsen
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Kingston, Washington. Editor, writer, photographic noirgasmist, Seventiesologist. A Quinn Martin Production. Act One ….
“Do you have any idea what it was like back then to meet someone who read books? He made me wet as a sea sponge.”
February 10, 2026 at 11:31 PM
“He sat on a log, looked over the water of Puget Sound, and thought about how his life had collapsed, and how his lifelong project of forming a literary career had not come to fruition. He couldn’t write.”
February 10, 2026 at 11:12 PM
“He’s an editor. Some New York publishing house. Got great big circles under his eyes. He walks up and down, talking to himself.”
February 10, 2026 at 4:03 PM
When celebrated authors write terrible similes.

“Martine has a way with a hedge trimmer, leaving ‘flowers mounded on the lawn like Ukrainian corpses in Bucha’ after she tackles the landscaping.”
In This Sour Satire, Liberals Open a Door, Not Always Their Hearts, to Migrants
www.nytimes.com
February 9, 2026 at 10:25 PM
“There is nothing more embarrassing the next morning than reading one of your own suicide notes.”
February 9, 2026 at 3:26 PM
A Quinn Martin Production. Act I.
January 19, 2026 at 9:59 PM
Still Life With Cellphone.
January 8, 2026 at 11:16 PM
Stiletto Alley.
(Port Angeles, Washington)
January 5, 2026 at 3:18 PM
Gotta joke for you. Guy walks into a singles bar ….
January 4, 2026 at 10:24 PM
In line at the coffee shop, the sound system starts in on the piano coda from “Layla,” and the guy ahead of me turns to the woman with him and says: “When they found Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen so stiff it took them two days to thaw him out for the autopsy.”
January 4, 2026 at 4:02 PM
Dr. Richard Kimble, Chief of Oncology.
#noir
January 3, 2026 at 11:19 PM
"In the world of Jim Thompson, Deputy Barney Fife is a raving psychotic who darkens Thelma Lou's bedroom doorway at 3 a.m. with a liquor bottle, a single bullet and a jittery smile."
— Stephen King
January 3, 2026 at 4:55 PM
One 2026 resolution: Spread the gospel about the books I love.

The first one I jumped into this morning is Richard Russo’s EVERYBODY’S FOOL. It’s great for many reasons, but I particularly love that it turns into a stone crime thriller about two-thirds in.
January 1, 2026 at 9:02 PM
Happy Halfway Through the Baseball Offseason to those who observe.
January 1, 2026 at 7:57 PM
Resolution for 2026: Reclaiming this hair.
January 1, 2026 at 5:36 PM
Resolution for 2026: Studying at length the distinctions between a “banger” and a “slapper.”
December 31, 2025 at 11:33 PM
Resolution for 2026: Arguing that soup is a sandwich.
December 31, 2025 at 10:51 PM
Resolution for 2026: Making no distinction whatsoever between what I like and what is great.
December 31, 2025 at 9:56 PM
Resolution for 2026: Starting arguments over what does and what doesn’t constitute an Arbor Day movie.
December 31, 2025 at 9:32 PM
Happy Noir Year to those who observe.

(Kingston, Washington)
December 31, 2025 at 7:56 PM
The John Rector touch.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve been jumped, and since I don’t see a gun, I figure everything will be okay. A few bruises, wallet gone, nothing I can’t walk away from.

“Then I see the bolt cutters.”
December 29, 2025 at 5:06 PM
Few things are more life-affirming and soul-satisfying than exchanging a glance and a grin with someone else who knows just when to do the five handclaps any time “Take The Money and Run” comes on over the supermarket sound system.
December 29, 2025 at 4:54 PM
We wish you a shreddy Christmas.
December 26, 2025 at 12:18 AM
Night and the Kitty.
December 24, 2025 at 4:49 PM
Reposted by Jim Thomsen
The full spiked 60 Minutes CECOT package, clean & subtitled. 1/5
December 23, 2025 at 1:28 AM