I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark blue clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn’t care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed private detective ought to be. I was calling on four million dollars.
“It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills.” Raymond Chandler
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Ohhhhh, I just finished reading a five-inch thick book of Raymond Chandler’s collected stories! Only took me three months, but I enjoyed every second of it! He was truly a master of the clever turn of phrase. I think I may be a little in love with him.
I just put Raymond Chandler’s “The Little Sister” on my reading list because I heard there’s a “not too flattering” portrait of Billy Wilder in there…
I just read this book last month and I love LOVE his writing. He makes it look so easy.
Acerbic, evocative, witty, and so damn good!
Exactly Vickie.