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daniel_og13's review against another edition
4.0
La mejor de la serie hasta el momento. Se siente al autor más maduro, más crítico de la sociedad americana (y sobre todo de los excesos de Hollywood) y dispuesto a experimentar con la prosa aquí y allá. Quizá también una trama más enredada que te puede dejar preguntándote quién es quién en los enredos del crimen que aborda, pero mmm, supongo que esto abona a la confusión que te permite alcanzar un desenlace que mantiene aún cierto interés.
Sin dudarlo releería este volumen en un futuro lejano, por ninguna otra razón, que por el gusto.
Sin dudarlo releería este volumen en un futuro lejano, por ninguna otra razón, que por el gusto.
katrinalenhernandez's review against another edition
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
3.0
filipmagnus's review against another edition
5.0
Originally published over at my blog, The Grimoire Reliquary. Read it there if you want a song to capture the mood of Chandler's work!
This is my penultimate Philip Marlowe novel and I am so happy with it, you guys.
The Little Sister is as self-reflective, exhausted and close to broken that I’ve seen Raymond Chandler’s PI get. He’s not having an easy time with what promised to be a simple enough missing person case, full of deceptive femme fatales, drugs, corpses and very angry cops. For once, Marlowe doesn’t get his teeth kicked in by the fellas at the local precinct, but it’s not for lack of desire on the part of certain of his new copper friends; makes for a nice change of pace, though, dunnit?
There’s an air to cynicism to The Little Sister which will stay on with you longer than you might be comfortable with; but it’s easy to relate to Chandler for underlining it. The almighty dollar is powerful indeed, folks. That’s a little something the cast of characters, no matter the societal class they belong to, no matter all else that might bind them together, are conscious of; worse than conscious, they’re ready to trod on any joint human relation if it means lining their pockets.
Philip Marlowe is the antithesis of that, a man who, despite his disillusionment with the world at large, has a strong moral backbone, a man unwilling to look the other way when injustice is being carried out. It’s his defining trait, and in the hardboiled world of the old-school crime thriller, it’s as good as you can hope for.
You have to admire Chandler, you have to. What he does with language, the force of his metaphors and flourishes is as much the reason behind the continued popularity of these novels as his plots and characters, perhaps more so. Reading him is like catching a whiff of asphalt fumes in a candy store; sweet as the prose is, it’ll always shock you, the things he comes up with:
And on occasion, when he writes a line like this one: “She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might, if I had a startled fawn and it jerked away from me,” you know Chandler was a man who could take the piss out of himself, someone who knew how to keep the balance between serious and soul-crushing.
Ray Porter’s narration is, as ever, an easy 5/5. He is my Philip Marlowe, it’s as simple as that.
Few other paragraphs could beat this one for my favourite quote in the novel:
This is my penultimate Philip Marlowe novel and I am so happy with it, you guys.
The Little Sister is as self-reflective, exhausted and close to broken that I’ve seen Raymond Chandler’s PI get. He’s not having an easy time with what promised to be a simple enough missing person case, full of deceptive femme fatales, drugs, corpses and very angry cops. For once, Marlowe doesn’t get his teeth kicked in by the fellas at the local precinct, but it’s not for lack of desire on the part of certain of his new copper friends; makes for a nice change of pace, though, dunnit?
There’s an air to cynicism to The Little Sister which will stay on with you longer than you might be comfortable with; but it’s easy to relate to Chandler for underlining it. The almighty dollar is powerful indeed, folks. That’s a little something the cast of characters, no matter the societal class they belong to, no matter all else that might bind them together, are conscious of; worse than conscious, they’re ready to trod on any joint human relation if it means lining their pockets.
Philip Marlowe is the antithesis of that, a man who, despite his disillusionment with the world at large, has a strong moral backbone, a man unwilling to look the other way when injustice is being carried out. It’s his defining trait, and in the hardboiled world of the old-school crime thriller, it’s as good as you can hope for.
You have to admire Chandler, you have to. What he does with language, the force of his metaphors and flourishes is as much the reason behind the continued popularity of these novels as his plots and characters, perhaps more so. Reading him is like catching a whiff of asphalt fumes in a candy store; sweet as the prose is, it’ll always shock you, the things he comes up with:
Wonderful what Hollywood will do to a nobody. It will make a radiant glamour queen out of a drab little wench who ought to be ironing a truck driver’s shirts, a he-man hero with shining eyes and brilliant smile reeking of sexual charm out of some overgrown kid who was meant to go to work with a lunch-box. Out of a Texas car hop with the literacy of a character in a comic strip it will make an international courtesan, married six times to six millionaires and so blasé and decadent at the end of it that her idea of a thrill is to seduce a furniture-mover in a sweaty undershirt.
And on occasion, when he writes a line like this one: “She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might, if I had a startled fawn and it jerked away from me,” you know Chandler was a man who could take the piss out of himself, someone who knew how to keep the balance between serious and soul-crushing.
Ray Porter’s narration is, as ever, an easy 5/5. He is my Philip Marlowe, it’s as simple as that.
Few other paragraphs could beat this one for my favourite quote in the novel:
Philip Marlowe, 38, a private licence operator of shady reputation, was apprehended by police last night while crawling through the Ballona Storm Drain with a grand piano on his back. Questioned at the University Heights Police Station, Marlowe declared he was taking the piano to the Maharajah of Coot-Berar. Asked why he was wearing spurs, Marlowe declared that a client’s confidence was sacred. Marlowe is being held for investigation. Chief Hornside said police were not yet ready to say more. Asked if the piano was in tune, Chief Hornside declared that he had played the Minute Waltz on it in thirty-five seconds and so far as he could tell there were no strings in the piano. He intimated that someting else was. A complete statement to the press will be made within twelve hours, Chief Hornside said abruptly. Speculation is rife that Marlowe was attempting to dispose of a body.
t_bone's review against another edition
I didn't finish this one so it wouldn't be right to rate it. It's probably not right to mark it as read either, but I got through enough of it. I'm not sure why I wasn't into it enough to finish it. It had all the Chandler elements I love: convoluted plot, untrustworthy dames, snappy dialogue. I've read through some of the reviews on here to see if anyone else can explain to me why I put it down. I can't find the answer in other reviews. Though it is quite interesting to see how many reviewers felt the need to quote from the book.
Dame: "I'm not likely to forget your rudeness. Nobody in the world has ever talked to me the way you have."
Marlowe: "Don't think about it too much. You might get to like it."
Yeah Marlowe, you're the man. But perhaps in this one it all got a bit tired. Marlowe is meant to be jaded and cynical, but it seemed that RC was pointing out the repetitiveness of his own style in this one. At times conversations ended with Marlowe saying something like, I feel like I've had this conversation before. It felt to me a lot like I had read this book before. But that is no reason not to finish it. I only picked it up because I knew what I'd be getting. I don't know, my lack of interest is a mystery about a mystery book. I need Philip Marlowe to slap my face a few times and set me straight.
Dame: "I'm not likely to forget your rudeness. Nobody in the world has ever talked to me the way you have."
Marlowe: "Don't think about it too much. You might get to like it."
Yeah Marlowe, you're the man. But perhaps in this one it all got a bit tired. Marlowe is meant to be jaded and cynical, but it seemed that RC was pointing out the repetitiveness of his own style in this one. At times conversations ended with Marlowe saying something like, I feel like I've had this conversation before. It felt to me a lot like I had read this book before. But that is no reason not to finish it. I only picked it up because I knew what I'd be getting. I don't know, my lack of interest is a mystery about a mystery book. I need Philip Marlowe to slap my face a few times and set me straight.
bowienerd_82's review against another edition
4.0
Not quite as good as some of the others, but still vintage Chandler.
amelia_cl's review against another edition
adventurous
dark
mysterious
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.25
tiggum's review against another edition
4.0
This one takes a little longer to get going than some of the others in the series, and isn't as funny, but the mystery and the noir elements are very strong and everything ties together very neatly in the end (in fact, almost too neatly). A very satisfying read though.
sylvia_is_reading's review against another edition
5.0
Great prose but a bit of an overdose, reading one Chandler after the other. What a bleak and grim outlook on humanity. The narrator did a great job. Never mind the plot.
mattmatros's review against another edition
4.0
The plot details are a little more opaque than I've come to expect from Chandler, but the prose style remains unmatched. A delight to read.
michaelromeo's review against another edition
4.0
While this book may not be Chandler's best from a literary stand point it is by far the most entertaining of the ones I've read. If I have it correct I only have 2 left to read. Like all of Chandler's works this one is a solid page turner.