JAMES CRUMLEY: NEW JERSEY GUYS SHOULDN'T WEAR COWBOY BOOTS




I sit here (at the Depot) in this chair and watch people walk past, and look at their shoes. I never write about shoes, but shoes help create character. 

James Crumley








“... she liked to play the gangster’s daughter, but her father was a famous Butte tailor - she sported black jeans, a white cowboy shirt, red boots that matched her mouth, and an attitude as sharp and sparking as a straight razor.”

James Crumley
From: “The Right Madness” (Viking Hardcover, 2005)








“His banker’s Stetson had never seen sweat, his beady eyes hadn’t seen his oversized belt buckle beneath his gut in years, and his exotic boots squeaked like endangered species on his dainty feet.”

James Crumley
From: “The Right Madness” (Viking Hardcover, 2005)








“Once we had drinks in hand and perched on stools at the breakfast bar, Cathy sighed, then said, “Austin in the seventies. What a fucking circus. It was like Hollywood with cowboy boots. Or maybe, what we thought Hollywood was like."

James Crumley
From: “The Final Country” (2001)








“I told him the beers were on me. He said thanks, then walked out of the bar, still unsteady on his new cowboy boots.

“Guys from New Jersey shouldn’t wear cowboy boots,” Lalo said as he brought me a fresh beer.

“Well, mi amigo,” I said raising the glass, “I think my days of cowboy boots are over. A man in my condition could fall off them high heels and hurt myself.”

James Crumley
From: “The Final Country” (2001)



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