Farewell, My Lovely by Raymond Chandler

This is one of Chandler’s most famous crime novels featuring the detective Philip Marlowe, who’s about to give up on a completely routine case when he finds himself in the wrong place at the right time to get caught up in a murder that leads to a ring of jewel thieves, another murder, a fortune-teller, a couple more murders, and more corruption than your average graveyard.

Good writing but somewhat incomprehensible plot.

Big fella's back home
he's a bit excitable
wants to see his girl.

Not quite as fun to read as the first book, The Big Sleep.

I still loved the snappy dialog, but the not entirely coherent plot was a little more off-putting with this one. With more period jargon and quite a bit of casual racism, it was harder to ignore that this was written the better part of a century ago definitely dulled my enjoyment.

I think I'll skip to The Long Goodbye and then call it done for this series.

To be honest, when I started reading [b:Farewell, My Lovely 2050 Farewell, My Lovely Raymond Chandler https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1465778099l/2050.SY75.jpg 1263111], I thought I was reading a novel written by Joe Friday. A novel where men were men and women were dames, dolls, broads, or hags. I almost didn't finish it, but I'm glad I did.The books was published in 1940 and it shows. I'm old enough to catch a lot of the references, but many of them went beyond me too. Still, Chandler's style of writing is so engaging, you want to figure out what he's alluding to. His overall ability to set the mood is a wonder to behold. Of course, because of the time period, minor characters or people furniture are often referred by race and not always in a positive light. His main character, Private Detective Philip Marlow is far from politically correct.Still, his description are beyond compare. “He opened the door with a fingertip, as though opening the door himself dirtied him a little.”“Twenty minutes sleep. Just a nice doze. In that time, I had muffed a job and lost eight thousand dollars. Well, why not? In twenty minutes, you can sink a battleship, down three or four planes, hold a double execution. You can die, get married, get fired and find a new job, have a tooth pulled, have your tonsils out. In twenty minutes, you can even get up in the morning. You can get a glass of water at a night club—maybe.”The sparse dialog is just as moody and revealing. “You,” Nulty said, and looked at his toothpick to see if it was chewed enough.“Any luck?”“Malloy? I ain't on it any more.”“Who is?”“Nobody ain't. Why? The guy lammed. We got him on the teletype and they got readers out. Hell, he'll be in Mexico long gone.”Overall, this book was a lesson in how to write a crime thriller. Authors, take note!