In a Lonely Place by Dorothy B. Hughes5/21/2023 He had found nothing yet to take the place of flying wild. He'd tried it it was like returning to the stone ax after precision tools. It wasn't the same flying a little private crate. He'd liked flying at night he'd missed it after the war had crashed to a finish and dribbled to an end. Something too of being closed within an unknown and strange world of mist and cloud and wind. There was something in it akin to flying the sense of being lifted high above crawling earth, of being a part of the wildness of air. It was good standing there on the promontory overlooking the evening sea, the fog lifting itself like gauzy veils to touch his face. He is standing on a piece of land overlooking the beach and enjoying the feeling it gives him. He was a pilot in World War II, and he misses flying, although he is very cynical about the war. The story is told from Dix Steele's point of view, but the killings are not described in the book except by the police after examining the scene of the crime.Īs the book opens, the reader gets a picture of Dix Steele. In a Lonely Place is a noir classic, a portrait of a serial killer, written before this type of novel was so prevalent as it is now. Hughes was published in 1947 but has a very different style and atmosphere than other novels that I have read from that time. I enjoy reading post-war mystery novels, especially those written during those years.
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