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Farewell, My Lovely is one of my favorite novels—by Raymond Chandler or otherwise.
The story drips with style from the first page, and many lines and scenes etch themselves into memory: the intro, with the Moose manhandling Marlowe before spiriting him into Florian's—A hand I could have sat in came out of the dimness and took hold of my shoulder and squashed it to a pulp; Nulty's repeated pestering and Marlowe's reaction—I held the dead phone and snarled into it: 'Seventeen hundred and fifty cops in this town and they want me to do their leg work for them.'; Marlowe working the Sans Souci desk clerk—He corked the bottle firmly and pushed it across the counter. 'Two is all, brother — before sundown. I thank you. Your method of approach is soothin' to a man's dignity . . . .'; the first interview of Jessie Florian—I poured her a slug that would have made me float over a wall.
The story farts around in the middle though, when Marlowe confronts Jules Amthor, but it makes steady beats after up to the end.
Farewell, My Lovely is one of my favorite novels—by Raymond Chandler or otherwise.
The story drips with style from the first page, and many lines and scenes etch themselves into memory: the intro, with the Moose manhandling Marlowe before spiriting him into Florian's—A hand I could have sat in came out of the dimness and took hold of my shoulder and squashed it to a pulp; Nulty's repeated pestering and Marlowe's reaction—I held the dead phone and snarled into it: 'Seventeen hundred and fifty cops in this town and they want me to do their leg work for them.'; Marlowe working the Sans Souci desk clerk—He corked the bottle firmly and pushed it across the counter. 'Two is all, brother — before sundown. I thank you. Your method of approach is soothin' to a man's dignity . . . .'; the first interview of Jessie Florian—I poured her a slug that would have made me float over a wall.
The story farts around in the middle though, when Marlowe confronts Jules Amthor, but it makes steady beats after up to the end.