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Here’s a pleasant way to spend an evening: Put the daughter to bed, put the wife to bed, turn off the overheads and turn on the side-table lamp, pour yourself a bourbon—leaving the bottle beside the glass, sit back in your chair, and read a pulp noir front to back.

On occasion, replace the pulp noir with the latest Esquire or whatever independent work Brubaker and Philips are currently issuing.