Red bloody Harvest.

Maybe for me the picture of the corrupt and bloody Personville looks a little bit like a cliche, but I am pretty sure that for the late 1920th reader this book was more than just an old and bloody noire story. It was realistic and at the same time unbelivable. It was the birth of the new esthetical and at the same time disgusting style in literature and film and if Hemingway was a godfather of noire, Hamett was a father, who gave birth to this bloody and mystical child.