And here's a link to an article in the Hollywood Reporter. Ironic, given that Spillane didn't like Hollywood and refused to live there.
I know I'm going to miss prose like this:
"I snapped the side of the rod across his jaw and laid the flesh open to the bone..." "I pounded his teeth back into his mouth with the end of the barrel ... and I took my own damn time about kicking him in the face. He smashed into the door and lay there bubbling. So I kicked him again, and he stopped bubbling." -The Big Kill
You can see more examples of the dames and trenchcoats that graced the covers of Mickey Spillane paperbacks here.
I think I'm going to have to go put Kiss Me Deadly on my Netflix queue.
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