For some inexplicable reason, I’ve never read a book by Raymond Chandler. I have no idea why, especially since in my teen years I went through a mystery stage. I could not get enough of them. Chandler has one book on my 1001 list and so I decided it was time to read one of the masters. Before I get to my review, here’s the synopsis from Goodreads:
When a dying millionaire hires Philip Marlowe to handle the blackmailer of one of his two troublesome daughters, Marlowe finds himself involved with more than extortion. Kidnapping, pornography, seduction, and murder are just a few of the complications he gets caught up in.
Well that sounds pretty good. It’s a quick read and I loved the dialogue. Seriously, the man knows how to write dialogue. At first I couldn’t put the book down. There’s twist after twist. And Marlowe is cool, in a jerky kind of way. It was hard to determine who was good and bad—a key element in a mystery. And even the really evil characters were enjoyable. It’s fun when you really hate a character you are supposed to despise.
What bugged me about this book, was the ending. When I finished it, I was scratching my head. After building it up so much I expected more. Instead it fizzled out. The Better Half read the book this past summer and warned me that I would feel this way. I was determined to prove The Better Half wrong. I was going to like the ending no matter what. Don’t you just hate it when your partner is right? I can never win.
Even though I didn’t like the ending, I really enjoyed Chandler’s writing style and I can’t wait to read the rest of his books. This is my first contribution to Carl’s reading event, R. I. P. I’m so far behind this year. Good thing I didn’t commit to a set number of books for the event. This is the 83rd book I’ve read from my 1001 list.
On a side note, today on my other blog, Making My Mark, I revealed the cover of my newest novel, Marionette. Hop on over if you’re curious.