Out of the four short stories included
in part four of “Los Angeles Noir”, Scott Phillips’ “The Girl Who Kissed
Barnaby Jones” is the best example of noir. The ambiguous character is
introduced right away on the first page of the story. The way he talks about
his female co-worker makes us believe instantly that he’s going to do something
stupid for her. “I have a great big boner with Cherie’s name on it, and if she
asked me to shovel shit I’d ask her how fast she needed it shoveled” (287). That’s also when we figure that she is the
femme fatal in the story. It is evident that he’s a sucker for her. When she
calls him over from where she is staying, he doesn't even insist on knowing
what she wants from him. As he drives to the address she has provided, the
roads are lonely. Making the story more nerve-racking is the presence of the cop
car on the same road as him, “the only moving vehicle in sight an LAPD cruise
that crosses in front of me just before my right turn onto Via de la Paz”
(288). The house is dark and he starts to feel uneasy about why she would be in
this nice house. The room where she takes him to is erotic “with framed gold
record and what looks like dark red velvet” (291). She knows he’s into her and
she uses that to her advantage. Though
he does not end up helping her get rid of the almost dead body, the story still
continues to be the most familiar to any noir story. With use of the femme
fatal, the weak protagonist, the darkness, the murder, and the setting, it is
certain that this is a work of noir.
The least associated with noir
would be Diana Wagman’s “What You See”. This story is gruesomely corrupted for
many reasons but especially with the use of the human head being in the case that’s
being delivered, “A head, a human head, launched out of that suitcase like a
sixty-yard pass into the air” (347). Corruption is written all over this story
but there aren’t many characteristics of noir found besides that. The qualities
are definitely nightmarish and cruel but other than that there’s nothing. As a protagonist of noir he should be fighting
between good and bad but he’s just a sad guy who has just lost his mother and
is looking for a friend, “Then she died and I stayed in my room and she went to
heaven” (331). This friend who he ends up calling his “girl” is no femme fatal.
She doesn't drag him into doing anything; it’s more like he drags her into her
death.