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incrediblebittersweet:

Dutch version of The Long Goodbye, published 1956

incrediblebittersweet:

Dutch version of The Long Goodbye, published 1956

(Reblogged from ihaveyourbooks)
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Miss Marple vs. Phillip Marlowe
FIGHT!A short Wall Street Journal piece contrasting, mostly, an Agatha Christie essay on detective fiction - wherein she, essentially, compares her style of detective fiction with a bracing go at a crossword puzzle - with Chandler’s “The Simple Art of Murder”. 

via: simple art of murder on Pinterest

Miss Marple vs. Phillip Marlowe

FIGHT!

A short Wall Street Journal piece contrasting, mostly, an Agatha Christie essay on detective fiction - wherein she, essentially, compares her style of detective fiction with a bracing go at a crossword puzzle - with Chandler’s “The Simple Art of Murder”. 

via: simple art of murder on Pinterest

condalmo:

Ten Commandments for the Detective Novel

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vintageanchor:

“I’m a licensed private investigator and have been for quite a while. I’m a lone wolf, unmarried, getting middle-aged, and not rich. I’ve been in jail more than once and I don’t do divorce business. I like liquor and women and chess and a few other things. The cops don’t like me too well, but I know a couple I get along with. I’m a native son, born in Santa Rosa, both parents dead, no brothers or sisters, and when I get knocked off in a dark alley sometime, if it happens, as it could to anyone in my business, nobody will feel that the bottom has dropped out of his or her life.”  ― Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye

vintageanchor:

“I’m a licensed private investigator and have been for quite a while. I’m a lone wolf, unmarried, getting middle-aged, and not rich. I’ve been in jail more than once and I don’t do divorce business. I like liquor and women and chess and a few other things. The cops don’t like me too well, but I know a couple I get along with. I’m a native son, born in Santa Rosa, both parents dead, no brothers or sisters, and when I get knocked off in a dark alley sometime, if it happens, as it could to anyone in my business, nobody will feel that the bottom has dropped out of his or her life.”
Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye

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