oir at the Bar has covered the globe like a fast-growing but benign fungus since I staged the first ones in Philadelphia back in 2008
. Sunday night I had good fun at Noir at the Bar New York.
The venue was Shade in the West Village, the MC was Thomas Pluck, the food, the beer, and the company were good, and the readings were damn good. As a bonus, Henry Chang
, that most amiable author of hard-hitting crime novels set in Chinatown, showed up even though he wasn't on the bill; those New York crime writers have a cozy little community on their cozy little island. Here's part of what happened (all photos by your humble blogkeeper):
(One of these pictures does not depict a crime writer. Rather, it's a face I saw earlier in the day, at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, but I thought it fit the evening's noir theme. It looks like a small-time hood who is beginning to worry his plan to rip off the boss and flee with the boss' woman may not go as well as he planned.)
© Peter Rozovsky 2015
|Gerald So and his reflection. I call|
this photo So and So.
Labels: Alex Segura, Clare Gilliland Toohey, Gerald So, Henry Chang, Jeff Soloway, Joe Samuel Starnes, Noir at the Bar, Suzanne Solomon, Thomas Pluck, Todd Robinson