The Big Click

Noir: The Marxist Art Form

by Barry Graham

There were rat footprints in the dried lard in the frying pan. Sometimes the rats woke me, but this time I had slept through their visit. They were now a fact of life, like dogs or pigeons. It was Raeberry Street, Maryhill, Glasgow in 1975. The cleansing department was on strike, and mountains of plastic […]

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May Editorial

by The Editors

Welcome to the beginning of year two of The Big Click! It’s a been a great year so far, and we have a lot in store. So much that indeed we have resorted to bulletpoints like the cretins you work with and their horrifying PowerPoint slide shows. You can now subscribe. Indeed, if you like us, […]

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Through the Fish-Eyed Lens

by Joe Clifford

The battered ’87 Dodge Rampage chugged and sputtered up the steep incline toward the drop-off at the Dellinger, the old motel atop 3rd Street. Curled into the dark hillside beside an all-night diner, the single-level, ranch-style court overlooked the freeway, hovering on the edge of the Point, the last borough in the city where you […]