Noir fiction is returning. The uniquely American art form reached its paranoid zenith in the 1940s and '50s, taking its bleak existentialist cue from such masters as Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler, among others.
Sitting in the lovely patio eating a vegan falafel bowl with Block across from me wearing a black tank top, black skinny jeans, and shiny pink Nike high-tops, I couldn't help feeling like I'd fallen into a Block novel.
Dieter Meier, known as the Godfather of techno pop along with collaborator Boris Blank, kept Le Poisson Rouge jumping Sunday night, though the uber polite Swiss obeyed the New York cabaret laws and didn't dance.
"I wasn't interested in writing about a fedora-wearing, whiskey-drinking, smooth operator who has to find a femme fatale's missing sister. I think that's been done to death and much better than I could ever do."
After decades of being fascinated by this story, I wanted to write about Iva and get to the heart of her story. Who was this woman to commit these murders and imagine she would get away with them? If she hadn't been caught, how many other people would she have killed?