
Near the end of Farewell, My Lovely, a beautiful woman gazes up at Chandler’s legendary shamus, Phillip Marlowe, and says:
“’You’re so marvellous… So brave, so determined, and you work for so little money. Everybody bats you over the head and chokes you and smacks your jaw and fills you with morphine, but you just keep right on hitting between tackle and end until they’re all worn out. What makes you so wonderful?’”
It’s a question that you could ask not only about the prototypical hard-boiled detective, but about the author himself. What is it that elevates both the character and the writer into a league of their own? Read the rest of this entry »
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