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by Michael Walsh

Holy shades of Arthur Flegenheimer’s famous last words! From something called the University of Paris 8, via Google Alerts, comes this web page devoted to my “Devlin” novel, Hostile Intent, written in some weird patois that would have made the late Dutch Schultz proud:

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Love the way it mingles the Progressive Era, Jesus, Jerusalem, the Lotto, the Bible, the Who, Vivaldi and Flaubert all in one paragraph. It continues in the same vein, concluding with this splendid peroration:

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Well, I’m glad we got that settled.  Meanwhile, for comparison, this excerpt from the Dutchman’s delirious deathbed interview, conducted in Newark City Hospital on Oct. 24, 1935, the day after he was gut-shot by Charles “the Bug” Workman in the men’s room of the Palace Chop House in what has to be gangland’s greatest rubout (and which forms the climax of my Owney Madden novel, And All the Saints):

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If you haven’t read it, be sure to grab Paul Sann’s Kill the Dutchman, which reproduces Dutch’s strange farewell in its entirety. As the Dutchman famously observed, “a boy has never wept . . . nor dashed a thousand kim,” whatever that means. Must be a Madame Bovary thing.