NP (altho name-checked). Noir homage is hot; new Coover via PW

[Robin Landseadel]

On Feb 15, 2010, at 6:51 AM, Mark Kohut wrote:

> don't forget, Chandler was really funny, too . . .

	Jules Amthor, Psychic Consultant. Consultations by
	Appointment Only. Give him enough time and pay him enough
	money and he'll cure anything from a jaded husband to a
	grasshopper plague. He would be an expert in frustrated love
	affairs, women who slept alone and didn't like it, wandering
	boys and girls who didn't write home, sell the property now or
	hold it for another year, will this part hurt me with my public or
	make me seem more versatile? Men would sneak in on him too,
	big strong guys that roared like lions around their offices and
	were all cold mush under their vests. But mostly it would be
	women, fat women that panted and thin women that burned, old
	women that dreamed and young women that thought they might
	have Electra complexes, women of all sizes, shapes and ages,
	but with one thing in common-money. No Thursdays at the
	County Hospital for Mr. Jules Amthor. Cash on the line for him.
	Rich bitches who had to be dunned for their milk bills would pay
	him right now.

	A fakeloo artist, a hoopla spreader, and a lad who had his card
	rolled up inside sticks of tea, found on a dead man.

	This was going to be good.

"Farewell My Lovely"