There’s no good reason why a detective story published in 1937 should be so cussedly postmodern. But The Face on the Cutting-Room Floor is just that. Over the course of 200 pages, our mysterious author—whose identity remained a secret until 1974—dishes up enough intertextual intrigue and meta- narrative mischief to keep a Yale graduate seminar busy for …
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