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The body count in this thriller, starring Chandler’s quintessential Private Eye: Philip
Marlowe, is comparatively higher compared than some of his other works. One could
say the bodies fall one-two-three-four as Marlowe tracks down a missing gold doubloon.
Who knew one piece of metal could lead to so much trouble? As always, Chandler’s prose is on
his own level, however unpleasant Marlowe’s cases may become. What I find
fascinating in Chandler’s
detective novels is the extraordinary contrast in terms of character
development. Trophy wives and strong-armed husbands all undergo serious
emotional upheaval, death, and unforgettable changes to their lives; while our
companion Phillip Marlowe, ever the frank, gruff shamus, never has any of this
himself. While he may have guns pointed at him, framed for murder, or beaten up
and tossed in the slammer (The Long
Goodbye), Marlowe always goes back to his home to play chess, drink gin and
smoke a cigarette. --Nick L.
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