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Summary: An underrated and underestimated effort
Review: Postwar L.A. -- and especially Hollywood -- is the setting for Chandler's fifth Marlowe novel which, like the time and place (and the author himself), is a little "off." Marlowe's beginning to tire, his loneliness is a bit more apparent, and the disillusionment has started to etch permanent lines on him.None of which stops him. Neither does it make "The Little Sister" a bad work. In fact, it holds up remarkably well alongside Chandler's first four novels. Chandler draws upon contemporary events and personages for much of his inspiration here (something he did in several earlier stories and novels, to a lesser degree); the photo which triggers the action in "Sister," for example, is based on an incident involving gangster Bugsy Siegel . . . but then the character of Steelgrave, himself, bears a more than passing resemblance to the then-recently deceased hood. It's equally evident that Chandler relied upon his recent screenwriting experience (and exposure to Paramount and Universal studios) for material and characters. There's an element of gleeful revenge, I suspect, for example, in the character of agent Sheridan Ballou: certain characteristics, such as his tendency to strut up and down his office twirling a mallaca cane, can only have been inspired by director/screenwriter Billy Wilder (with whom Chandler, collaborating on the screenplay for "Double Indemnity," shared an entirely mutual loathing). Other characters, primarily a pair of mismatched thugs sent to intimidate Marlowe, are pure burlesque; Chandler appears to be simply indulging himself here (while he simultaneously manages yet another dig at the movie industry). But then, in scenes such as a Bay City boarding house or -- even more on point -- a mood-laden confrontation in a doctor's office ("Things are waiting to happen.") -- Chandler emerges as still the master at stretching tension beyond its breaking point. There's also that memorable passage when Marlowe takes a latenight drive over Cahuenga Pass ("Easy, Marlowe, you're not human tonight."), in which Chandler shows himself unmatched at juxtaposing mood and movement and thought, particularly when he wants to advance the plotline and divulge his protagonist's mindset without appearing to do so. This, for me, has always been Chandler's greatest skill: the ability to achieve art without letting himself get caught at it. But is "The Little Sister" Chandler's best? Not close. But Chandler still delivers. As does Marlowe.
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Summary: one of Chandler's better detective stories..
Review: Raymond Chandler's Philip Marlowe detective stories certain vary in quality. While always capturing the ambiance on 1940s sleazy Los Angeles, the author often constructs mysteries with too many characters and implausible scenarios. I'm often too baffled half-way through to really care how the book ends, although reading Chandler's prose and punchy dialogue is certainly enjoyable as it is. Fortunately The Little Sister is one of Chandler's better efforts. In The Little Sister we have a discreet set of characters loosely connected to a young woman who hires Marlowe to find her brother. Of course no one is as they seem, and all the beautiful ladies fall in love with Marlowe. Thankfully there are only about a dozen characters in total to keep track of, and Chandler gives his Marlowe character some of the best (and rudest) one-liners I've ever read. Believable? Not for a moment. But delicious escapism. Bottom line: not one of his better know works, but The Little Sister is one of my favorite Raymond Chandler novels. (My favorite is The Lady in the Lake.)
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Summary: More than a Crime Novelist
Review: The latest in a long series of visits to LA had me refreshing my memory of one of my favourite novelists. As a young man I knew the Philip Marlowe books nearly by heart before I ever set foot in the city they put on the literary map. I have always thought that Chandler counts as literature not just as crime fiction. He was a professed admirer of the ultra-craftsman Flaubert, and it shows in the way he works at every sentence, indeed every word. He was English and as far as I know unrelated to the 'real' LA Chandlers (he attended the same school as P G Wodehouse, if you can believe it). He maintained that 'the American language' can say anything and in The Simple Art of Murder he took a brilliant potshot at the Agatha Christie school of English crime fiction , all tight-lipped butlers polishing the georgian silver and respectful upper-middles gathered to hear the amateur master-sleuth analyse over 5 or 6 pages which of them dunnit. His power of creating atmosphere is phenomenal, his dialogue is legendary, and for me The Little Sister is the best of the 7 Marlowes. It's at the crest of the hill, before he started to lose concentration in The Long Goodbye and lost just about everything in the sad Playback. I can still feel the heavy heat at the start of the book, and the dialogue is the best he ever did. Is there any other instance of anyone silencing Marlowe with an answer the way the beat-up hotel dick does when Marlowe tells him he is going up to room such-and-such and the hotel dick says 'Am I stopping you?'. And I cherish the bit about the same character tucking his gun into his waistband 'in an emergency he could probably have got it out in less than a minute'. I can't even yet follow the plot, but actually I have never been able to follow any Chandler plot, though I suspect the author himself lost his way in this one. It's maybe the first sign of the decline that set in next -- Marlowe is beginning to feel old and tired and he is probably speaking for more than himself. The plot is really neither here nor there. The only fully developed character is Marlowe himself, but Mavis Weld comes over well, the little sister herself is a memorable grotesque and see what you make of Dolores Gonzalez. The other major character is Los Angeles itself, which fascinates me as it obviously fascinated its adopted son Chandler. Half a century and more on from the time of writing I can still get the feel of Chandler's LA.
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Summary: Another convoluted mystery for Philip Marlowe to unravel.
Review: The overly restrained Orfamay Quest (from Manhattan, Kansas) hires Philip Marlowe to find her recently gone missing brother, Orrin. Marlowe, being bored, takes the case and soon wishes he hadn't. Any attempt at plot description beyond that will only lead to confusion. Suffice to say that Chandler is in fine form here, with a tense, baffling, and witty mystery among Hollywood's tarnished stars. Highly recommended.
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