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A review by t_bone
The Little Sister by Raymond Chandler
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.