Thus, from a recent formula detective novel (reported by Paul Arthur): as the heroine is processed into jail, she notes, “We waited while the cameras inspected us. I've seen the big console where the MCR operator sits, surrounded by black–and–white monitors showing the equivalent of twelve totally boring Andy Warhol movies simultaneously.” Sue Grafton, "H" is for Homicide (New York: Fawcett Crest, 1992),  p.105.