Quote by Charles Frazier
Writing doesnt come real easy to me. I couldnt write a novel in a

Writing doesnt come real easy to me. I couldnt write a novel in a year. It wouldnt be readable. I dont let an editor even look at it until the second year, because it would just scare them. I just have to trust that all these scraps and dead-ends will find a way. – Charles Frazier

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Hardboiled crime fiction came of age in Black Mask magazine during the Twenties and Thirties. Writers like Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler learnt their craft and developed a distinct literary style and attitude toward the modern world. – Charles Frazier

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