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Goodbye CW, Hello Denton Farmer

I'd like to introduce you to my alter-ego, Denton Farmer.

Denton's a hard boiled private eye in the mould of Philip Marlowe. He has nothing to do with teaching, but I've always harboured a desire to write novels utilising him as the chief protagonist. He's someone I created a while back and am still hoping to write about one day.

Let me describe Denton to you. He's about 45, 5' 11, clean shaven and square jawed, with warm brown eyes. He's married to his job and world-weary. He inhabits a Dashell Hammett/Raymond Chandler existence, where nothing is quite as it seems. He has seen too much in his relatively short life-time, but every time he's about to quit the racket, he gets suckered into another case - usually when a gorgeous broad turns up in his ramshackle office.

Essentially, Denton's a good hearted guy who falls for sob-stories and that's why he gets himself involved way above his head. And I mean way above his head.

I will forthwith sign off my posts with his name. If he appears on your Comments page, please treat him respectfully. He may not be a teacher, but he's earned his stripes, trying to make the world a better place for the rest of us.

Ok Denton, I've done the honours.
The rest is up to you, buddy.

Comments

Hello, Mr. Farmer! I can't wait to learn more about you! Could you tell CW that I said congratulations on his 1st paycheck! Thanks!

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