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     The 1st work of Yatchi Series was written in 1977, and the final article was written in 2013, and the creation lasted for thirty-six years.Once upon a time, Brock portrayed the desolate and crisis-ridden New York, and created the down-and-out and stubborn drunk detective Matthew Scad.In the Yat-Thief series, he presents the world with Bernie Rodenbar, who is incompatible with reality but is full of human dignity.The overall style is humorous and the dialogue is full of cleverness, reflecting Brock's style of evasiveness in the later period of his creation."I, Bernie Rodenbar, is a gentleman thief from modern New York.I stay at the bookstore during the day and break through the empty door at night.I like Kipling's novels, Spinoza's books, and Mondrian's paintings……All my talents make me just a thief."

     A D-generation tough guy detective novel master, one of Lawrence Brock's representative works

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How to get a picture of Mondrian of your own?

How to watch thirty Bogart movies in fifteen days?

Why did Chandler and Hamit fall in love and fight each other?

Why did Kipling destroy his own works?

Why did Jinji and Joanna transform into Jim and Joseph?

Witness the tailless cat"Rafiz"The whole process of changing from bass to soprano to the female voice……

I, Bernie Rodenbar, is a gentleman thief from modern New York.I stay at the bookstore during the day and break through the empty door at night.I like Kipling's novels, Spinoza's books, and Mondrian's paintings……

All my talents make me just a thief.

Lawrence Brock, a master of European and American tough guy detective novels in D generation

The detective literature masters praised by Hou Hsiao-hsien, Zhang Dachun, Zhu Tianwen and Zhu Tianxin

Wong Kar-wai's "Blueberry Night", screenwriter, Tony Leung wants to interpret the role in his work

Not only is his works highly respected in the United States, but also conquered Europe, which claims to be the hometown of detective novels.

"The Thief Who Likes to Quot Kipling" 1 I guess he should be in his early twenties.It is hard to see his real age because there is really a lack of clues on his face that can make people delve into it.The red-brown beard seemed to grow from under the eyes, and a pair of glasses at the bottom of the wine bottle at the edge of the cow's horns covered the eyes.He wore a khaki military shirt with no buttons and the T-shirt inside featured the popular beer brand of this year, which was brewed in South Dakota with organic water.The pants were brown corduroy and they were wearing blue running shoes with gold edges on their feet.The nails on both hands were not carefully trimmed, holding a Braniff Airlines bag in one hand and a book in the other"Renren Library"The edition of "William Copper's Poems".He placed the book next to the cash register, reached into the bag, found two twenty-five cent coins, and placed them on the counter with the book."Ah, poor Copper."I said and picked up the book.Its binding has been loose, which is why I put it in the sale area."One of the ones I like is "Retired Cats", which I'm sure is in this book."When I was looking through the catalog, he used two casters to support his weight."Here, pages D.Do you know this poem?" "I have no idea." "You will love it.A discount book costs 40 cents, or three books per dollar, which is more cost-effective.Do you just want this book?" "Yes."He pushed the two coins about an inch toward me,"J." "OK"I said.I looked at his face and only his eyebrows could be seen, but judging from the eyebrows, their owners did not seem to be troubled by anything, and I had to take further action."Forty cents to buy Copper, and forty cents to buy Governor Albany, don't forget him, how much is that total?"I smiled and leaned over the counter, my mouthful of pearly white teeth shining at him."It should be thirty-two yuan, right?"I said."Um?" "The Byron book, pure sheepskin, with marble-lined pages, I think it's priced at fifteen dollars.There is also Wallace middot; Stevens' first edition, TJ twelve dollars.The novel you took was only about three dollars, and I guess you just wanted to read this book because it didn't sell for much money." "I don't know what you're talking about."I walked out of the counter and stood between him and the door.Although he doesn't seem to be rushing out, he is wearing running shoes. How do you know he won't make this move suddenly?Most of the thieves have their own tricks."Inside the air bag."I said,"I think you are willing to pay for the books you get."

"The Thief Who Likes to Quot Kipling"

1

I guess he should be in his early twenties.It is hard to see his real age because there is really a lack of clues on his face that can make people delve into it.The red-brown beard seemed to grow from under the eyes, and a pair of glasses at the bottom of the wine bottle at the edge of the cow's horns covered the eyes.He wore a khaki military shirt with no buttons and the T-shirt inside featured the popular beer brand of this year, which was brewed in South Dakota with organic water.The pants were brown corduroy and they were wearing blue running shoes with gold edges on their feet.The nails on both hands were not carefully trimmed, holding a Braniff Airlines bag in one hand and a book in the other"Renren Library"The edition of "William Copper's Poems".

He placed the book next to the cash register, reached into the bag, found two twenty-five cent coins, and placed them on the counter with the book.

"Ah, poor Copper."I said and picked up the book.Its binding has been loose, which is why I put it in the sale area."One of the ones I like is "Retired Cats", which I'm sure is in this book."When I was looking through the catalog, he used two casters to support his weight."Here, pages D.Do you know this poem?"

"I have no idea."

"You will love it.A discount book costs 40 cents, or three books per dollar, which is more cost-effective.Do you just want this book?"

"Yes."He pushed the two coins about an inch toward me,"J."

"OK"I said.I looked at his face and only his eyebrows could be seen, but judging from the eyebrows, their owners did not seem to be troubled by anything, and I had to take further action."Forty cents to buy Copper, and forty cents to buy Governor Albany, don't forget him, how much is that total?"I smiled and leaned over the counter, my mouthful of pearly white teeth shining at him."It should be thirty-two yuan, right?"I said.

"Um?"

"The Byron book, pure sheepskin, with marble-lined pages, I think it's priced at fifteen dollars.And Wallace·Stevens's first edition, TJ twelve dollars.The novel you took was only about three dollars, and I guess you just wanted to read this book because it didn't sell for much money."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I walked out of the counter and stood between him and the door.Although he doesn't seem to be rushing out, he is wearing running shoes. How do you know he won't make this move suddenly?Most of the thieves have their own tricks."Inside the air bag."I said,"I think you are willing to pay for the books you get."

"this?"He looked down at the air bag, as if he was surprised to find it hanging on his fingers now."All I have is my sports supplies here.You know, sports socks, towels and so on."

"Please open it."

His forehead was already sweating, but he tried to get out of it in a tough way."You can't let me do this,"He said,"You have no rights."

"I can call the police.He can't let you open either, but he can take you back to the police station and register you, and then he can open the bag, do you want that?Open the bag."

He opened the bag.Inside are sports socks, towels, lemon-yellow sports shorts, the three books I just mentioned, and a beautiful first edition of Steinbeck's book, "The Road to the Journey of the Marriage", and a translucent book cover is wrapped inside.The price is seventeen-five dollars, which looks a bit expensive.

"That book was not taken here."He said.

"Do you have a receipt for this book?"

"No, but……"

I calculated on the paper and smiled at him again."All J is counted as fifty dollars."I said,"This matter ends here."

"You also counted Steinbeck's book?"

"Um."

"But that was what I brought from elsewhere."

"Fifty dollars."I said.

"Listen, I don't want to buy these books."His eyes rolled up, looking at the ceiling,"Oh my god, why am I coming in here?Listen, I don't want to get into trouble."

"I don't want to."

"I don't want to buy anything at all.Listen, you keep the book and Steinbeck, that's fucking.Just let me leave here, okay?"

"I think you should buy these books."

"I don't have money.I only have fifty cents.Listen, keep these fifty cents too, okay?Keep your shorts, towels, and sports socks, okay?Just let me leave this ghost place, okay?"

"You don't have money?"

"No, nothing.Only these fifty cents.Look --"

"Show me your wallet."

"You want to do it-I don't have a wallet."

"J was in his pocket and took it out for me."

"I really don't believe this will happen."

I snapped my fingers:"wallet."

It was a nice-looking folding wallet with black snaps, with a blushing condom inside, reminding me of my past youth.There are nearly a hundred dollars in the layer where you put the money.I counted the five-dollar bills, took away fifty dollars, put the rest back, and returned the wallet to its owner.

"That's my money."He said.

"You just bought a book with your money."I told him"Want a receipt?"

"I don't even want books, damn it."The eyes behind the thick glasses began to burst into tears."What's the use of those books I want?"

"I want to read them.What are you going to do with them?"

He stared at his running shoes:"I wanted to sell them."

"To whom to sell?"

"I don't know, some store."

"How much do you want to sell?"

"I don't know, fifteen or twenty dollars."

"Finally you will trade for ten dollars."

"I think so."

"very good,"I said, pulling out a ten dollar note from his money from my hand and stuffing it into his palm,"Sell ​​it to me."

"Well?"

"Save you to run one by one.Good books are quite useful to me, and they are the kind of books I would sell, so why not sell them to me for ten dollars?"

"This is really crazy."He said.

"Do you want books or money?It all depends on you."

"I don't want books."

"Do you want money?"

"I think so."

I took the books and piled them on the counter."Put the money in your wallet,"I said,"Before you lose it."

"This is really the crazy thing I've encountered.You charged me fifty dollars for a bunch of books I don't want, and now you give me another ten dollars.I lost forty dollars, God."

"Who told you to buy high and sell low?Most people operate in the opposite direction with you."

"I should be called a policeman, I am the one who was robbed."

I stuffed his sports supplies into Braniff's bag, zipped it up and handed it over to him.Then I reached out my index finger and pointed at his furry chin.

"Give you a suggestion."

"Well?"

"Don't do this job."

He looked at me.

"Find another job and stop holding on.You are not skilled in your skills, and I don't think this kind of life matches your nature.Are you in college?"

"I've been off school."

"Why?"

"It's no big deal."

"Nothing is a big deal, but why don’t you try and go back and read?Get a degree and find a career that suits you.You are not suitable for D professional thieves."

"Professional --"His eyes rolled up again,"Oh my God, I took a few books, which doesn’t mean I make a living by doing it."

"Anyone who steals things to sell is a professional criminal."I told him"You just didn't execute with a very professional attitude, J is like that.But I'm serious, don't do this job."I gently held his wrist with one hand."Don't think of my words wrongly."I said,"The real problem is that as a thief, you are too stupid."