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Sto caricando le informazioni... THEY DRIVE BY NIGHT (LONG HAUL), SIGNED by Author A.I. Bezzerides. Cover Painting by Robert Stanley. Illustrated by Edward Smalle. COLLECTIBLE DELL MAPBACK #416. New York: Dell Publishing, 1938. (originale 1938; edizione 1938)di A.i. Bezzerides (Autore), Edward (illustrator) Smalle (Autore), Robert (cover painter) Stanley (Autore)
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Best known for his screenplays for three classic film noirs: Jules Dassin's Thieves' Highway, Nicholas Ray's On Dangerous Ground and Robert Aldrich's Kiss Me Deadly, A.I. Bezzerides's first novel, originally published in 1938, is a fast-paced, hardboiled story about the hard world of independent truckers. It was made into the Raoul Walsh film They Drive By Night, starring Humphrey Bogart and George Raft, in 1940. Struggling trucker brothers Nick and Paul Benay-hauling their produce loads between Los Angeles and San Francisco-are driving day and night, fighting fatigue and the fear of falling asleep at the wheel with endless doses of black coffee and facing the dangers of the California highway. "Whether writing screenplays or novels, 'Buzz' Bezzerides was instrumental in defining 'noir'. His in-depth studies of what drives the good, the bad and the ugly, helped articulate the past as much as it informs the present. Read his novels, see his films." WOODY HAUT, author of Heartbreak and Vine: The Fate of Hardboiled Writers in Hollywood Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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Long Haul is about 2 brothers who try to make a living running product up-and-down the state of California. Mostly, they pick up and deliver Produce, but sometimes it's other product.
Their lives are precariously balanced on a thin edge, because they're behind in their payments on the truck, with the danger of the sheriff showing up and towing the truck away, constantly looming. Moreover, the packing house is cheating Them out of money, and lying to them and holding back their balances.
When You're reading this, You expect something to go wrong every minute, because they drive going without sleep for days.
There's a part where a trucker that took off right before Nick and Paul did, insistrnt on going on with his loas, despite Going days without sleep. When Nick and Paul have barely started down the highway, they see a fire off to the left. They pull over, and find out that it is indeed The trucker. He had fallen asleep and run off the highway, rolling over and his truck bursting into flame.
"Nick tried to get to them, but the fire was too hot: 20' away it scorched him, and he began to run wildly around the truck, shouting and crying, trying to make himself heard.
Suddenly one Of the doors burst open and 2 balls of fire ran bouncing to the highway, rolling, trying to beat out the flames. But the bodies Had been drenched in gasoline and the fire would not go out.
Nick jerked himself from the frenzy which had drove him around in circles and ran to his truck for the one blanket and returned to the 2 men. He had forgotten about Paul, but as he bent down, He found his brother beside him.
'jesus, he's cooked, he's burning, nick.'
'shut up, you son of a bitch, work fast, come on.'
they worked swiftly, but it wasn no Use. As they extinguished one body, The other began to burn again. Somehow, from the back of his head, nick saw a man come running from a farmhouse across the way. Cars stopped, the road was crowded. The bodies were crackling now. An ambulance came shrilling down the highway and when Nick looked up, he saw a cop directing traffic. Paul was gritting his teeth, crying, 'we shoulda put 'em out, We shoulda put 'em out, it's our fault, We shoulda put 'em out.'
Nick stiffened his hand and slapped him hard.
'Too late, one of the interns said. the bodies had stopped burning now and lay whimpering and twitching, charred on the pavement, Arched back from the heat. he shot something in a syringe into their arms.
Another part emphasizes the cruelty of truckers hauling "food animals":
"water had dropped from the tap and was frozen into white, glittery crystals On the ground and the ice was encrusted around the pipe. Sheep in double-tiered livestock trucks baaed endlessly and cattle in another truck trampled Each other, trying to get out. Three of them lay on the floor, but the drivers in the restaurant could hear nothing of the short, terrified bawling of the cows."
the end is horrifying.
Long Haul has some really ugly racist parts in it.There's one part where a man of Chinese descent is loading some oranges on a truck. , and Nick starts speaking to him in pigeon English. And there's another part where Nick and Cassie go to the beach, and they're walking Down the beach and they pass something called "n-word" beach. 🤢
In another part, Nick and Paul are waiting around with other truckers for a load to carry, when a woman comes by that the truckers have used Up as a sex worker. Many of them contributed to her current disheveled state, but they are cruelly insistent on rubbing it into her.
"Mary stood on guard, for when she was not alert the men would reach out and grab at her flabby bottom, Then Spring back, laughing. She smiled at the boy, revealing her white gums; one of the men shuffled his feet to make her think he was after her and she Turned quickly, her stomach jellying from the motion.
'he's only got two bits,' said the floor hand.
Mary opened Her arms and her fat face, her thin arms, her long loose breasts lunged forward, a sweet, sickish breath surged down upon the boy and he turned and ran. The men began to slap each other on the back, knocking each other about and laughing.
'Jesus, did you see him run? Christ, he was scared. hey, joe where ya goin'?' "