So there I was, holed up in my office, trying to duck the bill collectors, when she walked in. She was the kind of sweet cookie that made your eyes water like you were hit with a 10-ton blackjack. She told me Raymond Chandler created the hard-boiled private eyes that rule American crime fiction, and this collection traces the genesis of Chandler's style in such stories as "Mandarin's Jade", "The Man Who Liked Dogs", and "Try the Girl".
Next, she pointed out that narrator Elliott Gould played Philip Marlowe in Robert Altman's version of The Long Goodbye. Then she left me, like a kid spitting out a wad of bubblegum, leaving me with that chewed-up feeling and an empty wallet. I guess it's a living.
"The Man Who Liked Dogs" and "Try the Girl" Copyright 1934, 1936 by Pro-Distributors Publishing Company; "Mandarin's Jade" Copyright 1937 by Popular Publications, Copyright ©1964 by Helga Greene Literary Agency, All Rights Reserved; Copyright (P)1996 by Dove Audio, Inc.
The collection are the stories that Farewell, my Lovely was stiched together from. Actually, if I hadn't read that first, this could have been a much better experience: the bleak atmosphere works all the same, but every storyline has a begininng, a middle and a decent ending. Elliott Gould is the perfect man for the job: although I knew most of the action, it was still worth listening to his interpretation.
Recommended only if you are a trule Raymond Chandler fan _or_ if you haven't read yet Farewell, my lovely.
Even if you can ignore the ethnic and racial stereotypes and slurs and misogyny sprinkled casually throughout the text (and I could not), these are not Chandler's best stories.Certainly they conform to some noir template, but suspenseful or even intriguing they were not.These stories are products of their times -- times I in no way romanticize (though I suppose many who will choose to listen to these stories may). These stories are just too racist for me to enjoy them. N word (not to mention slurs against Japanese-Americans, Native Americans, Mexicans and so on) anyone? Beside just the mention of the words, Gould does stereotypical voices and dialogue -- cringeworthy. I was disappointed. I've read other books written at this time and while contemporary views about women and minorities aren't on display, nastiness isn't everywhere, as in this collection.
Nope. I just wish other reviewers had warned me.
Yes, again, if you can handle his "Me talk good. He make love to him squaw" portrayal of Chandler's vision of a Native American.I agree with another reviewer who says that Gould's pacing was off here, as well.
Nope, too dull.
A warning about the offensive material might be nice. Now I feel like I wasted my credit.
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