Raymond Thornton Chandler was an American-British novelist and screenwriter. In 1932, at the age of forty-four, Chandler became a detective fiction writer after losing his job as an oil company executive during the Great Depression. His first short story, "Blackmailers Don't Shoot", was published in 1933 in Black Mask, a popular pulp magazine. His first novel, The Big Sleep, was published in 1939. In addition to his short stories, Chandler published seven novels during his lifetime (an eighth, in progress at the time of his death, was completed by Robert B. Parker). All but Playback have been made into motion pictures, some more than once. In the year before his death, he was elected president of the Mystery Writers of America. Chandler had an immense stylistic influence on American popular literature. He is a founder of the hardboiled school of detective fiction, along with Dashiell Hammett, James M. Cain and other Black Mask writers. The protagonist of his novels, Philip Marlowe, like Hammett's Sam Spade, is considered by some to be synonymous with "private detective". Both were played in films by Humphrey Bogart, whom many consider to be the quintessential Marlowe. The Big Sleep placed second on the Crime Writers Association poll of the 100 best crime novels; Farewell, My Lovely (1940), The Lady in the Lake (1943) and The Long Goodbye (1953) also made the list. The latter novel was praised in an anthology of American crime stories as "arguably the first book since Hammett's The Glass Key, published more than twenty years earlier, to qualify as a serious and significant mainstream novel that just happened to possess elements of mystery". Chandler was also a perceptive critic of detective fiction; his "The Simple Art of Murder" is the canonical essay in the field. In it he wrote: "Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. The detective must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor鈥攂y instinct, by inevitability, without thought of it, and certainly without saying it. He must be the best man in his world and a good enough man for any world." Parker wrote that, with Marlowe, "Chandler seems to have created the culminating American hero: wised up, hopeful, thoughtful, adventurous, sentimental, cynical and rebellious鈥攁n innocent who knows better, a Romantic who is tough enough to sustain Romanticism in a world that has seen the eternal footman hold its coat and snicker. Living at the end of the Far West, where the American dream ran out of room, no hero has ever been more congruent with his landscape. Chandler had the right hero in the right place, and engaged him in the consideration of good and evil at precisely the time when our central certainty of good no longer held."
Il Bradbury Building di L.A. terminato nel 1893. In "Blade Runner" 猫 la casa di J.F.Sebastian, che lavora alla Tyrell Co. E qui si svolge il mitico confronto finale tra Deckard e Roy Batty.
脠 il titolo che questa raccolta di racconti ha preso in italiano trasformando il racconto pi霉 importante e pi霉 lungo da Killer in the Rain al giorno di pioggia.
Scritto quattro anni prima di Il grande sonno, ne contiene l鈥檈ssenza e anche pi霉: in realt脿 si pu貌 dire che il romanzo 猫 un ampliamento del racconto, e il detective privato che qui 猫 senza nome, nella versione lunga diventa Philip Marlowe, e la femme fatale diventa le femme fatale, come il killer si moltiplica in pi霉 killer.
Union Station di Los Angeles aperta nel 1939, altra location prediletta dal cinema.
Difficile aggiungere qualcosa senza ripetersi, sia Chandler che la sua opera, incluso lo sviluppo cinematografico che ha molto spesso avuto, sono stati iper analizzati. E allora io penso a Los Angeles, a questa megalopoli senza un cuore abitata da cuori allo sbando, decaduta e dannata, sotto la pioggia che per貌 non lava via il marcio, non lava via nulla鈥�: e penso alla pioggia del Blade Runner di Ridley Scott鈥�
S矛, certo, 猫 letteratura di genere. Ma del mio genere preferito, il noir, e in quel genere, al vertice.
Relato corto del maestro Chandler. Un detective privado sin nombre recibe el encargo de un hombre para que libre a su hija de un tipo bastante desagradable. A partir de aqu铆 se sucede la acci贸n: b煤squeda, disparos, mentiras, muertos. Todo lo que uno espera de este tipo de lecturas.
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Short story by the master Chandler. An unnamed private detective is commissioned by a man to free his daughter from a rather unpleasant fellow. From here the action unfolds: searching, shooting, lies, death. Everything one expects from this kind of reading.
I decided to read a couple of the stories in this collection, when I learned that Raymond Chandler used 鈥淜iller in the Rain" and 鈥淭he Curtain" as the basis of "The Big Sleep".
The two short stories were published in 鈥淏lack Mask" in 1935 and 1936. In 1939, Chandler cannibalized the stories in order to write 鈥淭he Big Sleep".
The novel consists of 32 chapters. The stories consist of 12 and 11 chapters respectively. The novel owes the greatest debt to "Killer in the Rain". Whole chapters appear almost intact. The main difference is the names of the characters, all of which have been changed. The Sternwood character is more able and active in the story. Philip Marlowe isn't even named in the story. He's just the first person narrator.
Chandler gives his earlier work a light edit, sometimes to improve the conversation or description, and other times to disguise the sections where two diverse passages were jammed together.
"A Very Handsome Boy"
Perhaps the biggest difference is the introduction of the character, Carol Lundgren, who Marlowe describes as 鈥渁 very handsome boy". His lover is 鈥渢he fag" or 鈥渢hat queen", the dirty book seller, Geiger (Steiner, in the short story)(both possibly German Jews).
Chandler/Marlowe is often just as flattering in his description of the young male characters as he is of the females. At times, it's hard to tell whether the effect is homoerotic or homophobic. Chandler maintained this ambivalence until, at least, his last two novels, 鈥淭he Long Goodbye" and 鈥淧濒补测产补肠办".
As hardboiled as Chandler's fictions are, you have to wonder why Marlowe never seems to consummate a relationship with a woman. Are we supposed to conclude that the private eye is condemned by his profession, his sexuality or his temperament to be just a good kisser?
Eight short stories in this book, written before Chandler wrote his novels. They are all reused and amended in his more popular novels - and developed into his Philip Marlowe series.
The main characters in these are all the basis of Philip Marlowe, but go by the names Carmady, Dalmas and Evans.
The introduction does some analysis - which was cleverer than my own which consists of "... this storyline is familiar, but I have no idea which of Chandlers novels it is from...", except where the titles are the same in the short story as the novel... It is a bit more complicated than that, as he took storylines and wove them together, he took characters and re-used their descriptions, and he played with different outcomes.
Here is the brief description, with some date information: (novel title in bold, short story titles in quotes!) A substantial part of Chandler's first novel, The Big Sleep (1939) was made from 'Killer in the Rain' (Jan 1935) and 'The Curtain' (Sept 1936); the second novel Farewell, My Lovely (1940) made extensive use of 'The Man Who Liked Dogs' (March 1936), 'Try the Girl' (Jan 1937), and 'Mandarin's Jade' (Nov 1937); and the fourth novel, The Lady in the Lake (1943) relied on 'Bay City Blues' (June 1938), 'The Lady in the Lake' (Jan 1939) and 'No Crime in the Mountains' (Sept 1941). The introduction then goes on to explain a few of the more minor parts which are used - even within the short stories - an example of which - In 'No Crime in the Mountains' the description of Constable Barron is essentially the same as the description of Constable Tinchfield in 'The Lady in the Lake'.
Anyways, this was an enjoyable read - mainly just because it was Raymond Chandler, but it was obvious that this was pre-cursory work before he really had the polish onto his stories, and as such they probably lack some of the wordsmithing that makes his novels so excellent.
3.5 stars - bumped up because I enjoyed the short story format.
A nice tale of Marlowe helping a friend unwind his daughter from a mess, which gets ever messier as the plot proceeds.
Both big fists came up. He held them shoulderhigh and shook them, great knots of bone and muscle. He lowered them slowly, heaved a deep honest sigh, and said: 鈥榊eah. I鈥檓 scared to. I dunno how to handle her. All the time some new guy and all the time a punk. A while back I gave a guy called Joe Marty five grand to lay off her. She鈥檚 still mad at me.鈥�
Interestingly, several of the scenes and events in the story have been lifted directly into the superb The Big Sleep film version of 1946, screenplay by William Faulkner and Leigh Brackett.
The book store scenes and the cottage shootout have also been lifted into the movie.
ALSO - Chandler's short story Finger Man has a scene in the casino and some of the parking lot and reminds me almost exactly of the film version of The Big Sleep with John Ridley (Eddie Mars) and Lauren Bacall.
Looks like Faulkner and a Brackett cobbled The Big Sleep screenplay from many bits of Chandler's other stories!
Raymond Chandler's work is always worth reading, so I picked this up in my local indie bookshop when I was somewhat at a loss. The story from Killer in the Rain is essentially the one he uses in The Big Sleep, but here you can read it without all the elaborations, which makes it a bit more focused and easy to understand.
Mostly, though, I read Chandler for his use of language, and he does not disappoint in this short story.
Once you've read more of Mr. Chandler's books, a pattern becomes more than obvious: there is a girl, usually quite pretty , smart or rather poor-minded, who is in some trouble. Someone is blackmailing her and the detective's (by the way, in this story he even has not a name!?!) mission is to stop it. Much drinking, a lot of smoking (we are in the thirties...) even more shooting, many casualities, the hero remains alive and the girl too...
This book was published by Hamish Hamilton London 1964 and has the dust jacket shown in the picture.
Contents:
vii - Introduction by Philip Durham 001 - Killer in the Rain 039 - The Man Who Liked Dogs 073 - The Curtain 107 - Try the Girl 143 - Mandarin's Gold 187 - Bay City Rules 241 - The Lady In The Lake 283 - No Crime in the Mountains
The copyright states: First Published in Great Britain 1964
Muy buena recopilaci贸n de relatos (dos de ellos del gran Marlowe) que vuelven a demostrar que el maestro lo era por algo, hasta en las distancias cortas: un orfebre capaz de hacer verdadera poes铆a del relato polic铆aco.
A collection of eight stories not previously reprinted, because Chandler had re-used much of the material in later novels (for some reason, he felt compelled to abandon material that had been thus "cannibalized") (according to the Introduction). So readers of his novels will notice extremely familiar elements in many of these stories. Now, Chandler is one of those amazing writers who lies in the background of a lot of later fiction - especially detective fiction - in part because of his material and in part because of his style. Very slowly, he writes of one character, his face drained of all expression and became a dead gray mask. Then the man shot himself - rather than kill the two representatives of law and order he'd cornered, when his mission had already gone completely wrong. The Intro notes that Chandler's heroes, flawed though they were, came equipped with a sense of justice that compelled them to help people. That shows strongly in these stories.
And then there are the amazing descriptions, and the way he rarely bothered to directly describe how his characters felt. A desperate criminal points a gun at you - what's the point of describing the protagonist's reaction? But also the lyrical and unexpected descriptions of things and people. Robert B. Parker probably dreamed of writing like this guy, until he found his own similar but less high-flown voice. Garrison Keillor's Guy Noir is not, I think, a mockery of this style but a way of reveling in it. It's a joy to read Chandler's work and encounter these clever, sparkling little jewels. Maybe it's not quite the thing, in these postmodern, even more cynical than back then days, but I say: tough. A little poetry won't kill you.
Basically a short story published in novella form. A quick, fun read. I tried to study Chandler's style as I went through it. Very simple, not poetic really. Quite a lot of description of physical locations, but mostly focused on the man-made things in them rather than on the natural world. Interesting characters, though.
Maybe not fair to the book since I picked this up during a reading slump when nothing was really working for me. One of those books that I thought I liked more than I did. Which is to say, I would read a story, think, "that was pretty good," and then put the book down for four days without ever thinking of picking it up again. It's fine, I guess, just not compelling. I do have to say for as much as people praise Chandler's prose style, I found it a bit tough to get through. So heavy on the 30's slang that I kept being pulled out of the story, and sometimes thrown into confusion, because I had no idea what somebody was talking about. Only read 4 of the 8 stories, which was enough for me to conclude that they're pretty much all the same. Contains the expected historically-accurate misogyny and racism.
The danger of experiencing any earlier version of an artist鈥檚 work is that it provides us with a glimpse of the painstaking effort that went into the final version that we love, and we get to see the underlying skeleton of craftwork that lay beneath the finished work of art.
We often see this on the bonus tracks of music CDs where original drafts of songs have weaker musical riffs and clumsier lyrics than the released track, and we see it in writers who publish first versions of more famous stories that are less polished than the one we have grown to love.
In both cases it is possible that viewing a disappointing work-in-progress will spoil our enjoyment of the final completed version by showing us the haphazard nature of its development. Perhaps that is why Raymond Chandler chose to keep the eight stories in Killer in the Rain under wraps during his lifetime.
Nonetheless the stories could not be suppressed indefinitely, and we can now finally read the short stories which Chandler cannibalised so effectively to produce The Big Sleep, Farewell My Lovely, and The Lady in the Lake. I will not describe this process in detail, as the Penguin edition provides a helpful introduction which does this.
Let us just say that elements of 鈥楰iller in the Rain鈥� and 鈥楾he Curtain found their way into The Big Sleep; for Farewell My Lovely, Chandler made extensive use of sections of 鈥楾he Man Who Liked Dogs鈥�, 鈥楾ry the Girl鈥�, and 鈥楳andarin鈥檚 Jade鈥�; whilst The Lady in the Lake was made from components of 鈥楤ay City Blues鈥� and of course the story of the same name.
鈥楴o Crime in the Mountains鈥� is the story least familiar to readers of those three novels, since Chandler uses very little of this in The Lady in the Lake. It has a lake, a similar setting and a simple folksy deputy sheriff who is more acute than he looks, but that is all. Curiously the story is perhaps the weakest in this set. It is of interest in that it acknowledges the Second World War, something often only glancingly covered in Chandler鈥檚 novels, but the Nazi characters are unconvincing stereotypes.
While some readers may be disappointed to discover that Chandler鈥檚 early novels were a mishmash of earlier short stories, others will be fascinated by the glimpses we get of the artist at work, and in many respects Chandler鈥檚 work here is very impressive.
These earlier stories are cruder than the novels. The novels may be tough and violent in places, but Chandler refined them from the original stories, which often end in a bloodbath and which dwell unpleasantly on the killings. Another difference is that the storytelling here is comparatively clipped and concise. This reflects the fact that they were written as short stories and needed to cram far more incident into fewer words. In the novels, Chandler has time to draw the passages out 鈥� the descriptions and the dialogue 鈥� and allow them greater richness and flavour.
However many of the elements of the mature Chandler are already in place. The stories are tough and gritty, but find time to stop and express a poetic sensitivity. The dialogue is sharp and peppered with slang, and the characters are hardened people who talk roughly, even when they have a liking for one another. Criminals are seedy, police officers are suspicious and sometimes corrupt, and doctors are dope peddlers. Deceptively simple cases (searching for a missing woman, trying to recover stolen jewellery etc) always prove to have far more to them, and our hero is soon dragged into investigating multiple murders.
The stories are also united by the presence of a private eye hero who narrates them. His name may be Carmady or Dalmas or Evans, but the personality is always the same, and that personality is the prototype for Phillip Marlowe, Chandler鈥檚 most famous creation used in all his novels.
This private eye is a hardened investigator, used to dealing with violent thugs, touchy clients and hostile police officers. However, he is never hard, and much of his investigative work is not even done for money. It often involves stepping in to try to right injustices and protect the innocents.
The ingenuity with which Chandler converted these stories into novels is impressive. For the novels, Chandler lifted dialogue and descriptions. He put characters from these stories into a far more complex narrative, sometimes combining characters, and changing their names. He even altered the role of the characters in the novels, so that it is sometimes a shock for the reader to discover that the original of the novelised character was actually a crook, or met with a different fate to the one that we saw in the novel.
These early versions of some of Chandler鈥檚 best novels may be rough, and lacking in the higher quality of writing that marked Chandler at his best. However if Chandler had not put these first thoughts onto the page, then he would not have had the material for his novels, and I am grateful that they were written. They suffer a little from comparison with their future use, but they had many of the components of a great story.
"Just who the hell are you?" he growled. "A shamus. The name doesn't matter." (pp42-43)
Raymond Chandler can't fool us. He might name his detective Dalmas in the eight stories included in Killer in the Rain, or Carmady, or leave him unnamed, but the reader immediately recognises him as Marlowe. The same voice is there, the same style and groove, the same dialogue that can get to the core of a character in a single line.
It didn't bother me that I was already familiar with the content; that Chandler later cannibalised these eight pulp-magazine stories into his novels The Big Sleep, Farewell, My Lovely and The Lady in the Lake. Sure, there was an uncanny element to reading this collection, but it's been years since I read those books and, besides, Chandler's a delight at all times. The way his proto-Marlowe detective navigates his cases, which is such a comfort to a regular reader. The delicious settings, whether that's the sleaze of Bay City or the ominous cut-glass danger of the mountain lakes in the final two stories. The tinderbox gunfight scene in 'The Man Who Liked Dogs' (pg. 103), and the vividness of supporting characters like De Spain in 'Bay City Blues', "a big, dark, dead-pan copper who didn't seem to have any more nerves than a cement-mixer" (pg. 390).
Safe to say, if you have any taste for great dialogue and a classy, smoky mood painted by a master, you're already a Raymond Chandler fan, and if you've not read the novels in a while this is a great way to return to them.
Un breve racconto per conoscere Raymond Chandler e posso dire che l鈥檈sperimento 猫 riuscito, continuer貌 senz鈥檃ltro a leggere i suoi libri. In poche pagine Chandler riesce a fare una descrizione dei personaggi cos矛 minuziosa, che riesci a vederli come in un film, mi 猫 dispiaciuto finirlo cos矛 presto.
This is the second time I have read this collection of short stories that were later developed into Chandler鈥檚 Philip Marlowe novels. Killer in the Rain and The Curtain became the iconic Big Sleep and it鈥檚 fascinating to see how the Lady in The Lake was developed and expanded upon to become such a perfect novel. To quote the man himself 鈥楢 good story cannot be devised; it has to be distilled鈥� Chandler is the master of Los Angeles Noir and his Philip Marlowe along with Dashiell Hammett鈥檚 Sam Spade is a simply wonderful character..
This features some of Chandler's earlier short stories, which were developed more fully in his later novels. An average read, not quite of the class of his later work when he was at the height of his powers.
Having watched plenty of noir films in my time and seeing a trailer for a documentary on the genre it occurred to me that I had never read any of the books. So 拢2 at a market for this book seemed serendipity.
My expectations of relatively simple plots were quickly confounded and one must keep one's wits around to keep track of who is double/triple-crossing who. They are complex and clever plots. Wives crossing husbands, bent (and very sharp) good cops, not much is what it seems. Most seem set around L.A. I dare say some of these locations are real places. Chandler has a good sense of location and general description.
Chandler's lead detective (given varying names) is essentially the same character. A tough guy happy to pull a gun, break into a building and with good line in smart lines; "A radio serial is my idea of the square root of nothing", "His black eyes were as shallow as a cafeteria tray or as deep as a hole to China", He telegraphed his punch well ahead. I would almost have had time to have run out to buy ac catcher's mask." Some references and slang terms have been lost in the mists of its time and although it's not necessary to get every reference, as it's quite clear what he's getting at, it does slow things down a little but there is so much action it hardly matters.
I really liked these tales and have since discovered that many people think of them as lesser than the novels. Given that, I'm certainly going to read one of the latter. If they are as fun as these stories then they'll be great!
I did really like this book, but the last tale, "No Crime In The Mountains", was rather poor compared to the rest. Reading these stories and seeing the beginnings of some of the most well-known mystery novels in America was fascinating and a treat.
If you're a fan of Chandler or just mystery and pulp in general, you really should pick up a copy of this book. It will most certainly be worth your time, money and effort.
Eight short stories, two I'd read before--sort of. One of the short stories is The Lady in the Lake which Chandler later reworked as a Marlowe novel. The other I might have read as a short story, but I didn't remember all the details.
None of these stories was a let down. They had all the classic Chandler ingredients--the language, the characterisation, and the twists. Am up past my bedtime because I couldn't put the book down.