Farewell, My Lovely

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!