Los Angeles PI Philip Marlowe is working for the Sternwood family. Old man Sternwood, crippled and wheelchair-bound, is being given the squeeze by a blackmailer and he wants Marlowe to make the problem go away. But with Sternwood's two wild, devil-may-care daughters prowling LA's seedy backstreets, Marlowe's got his work cut out - and that's before he stumbles over the first corpse.
Raymond Chandler was born in Chicago in 1888 and moved to England with his family when he was 12. He attended Dulwich College, Alma Mater to some of the 20th century’s most renowned writers. Returning to America in 1912, he settled in California, worked in a number of jobs, and later married.
It was during the Depression era that he seriously turned his hand to writing and his first published story appeared in the pulp magazine Black Mask in 1933, followed six years later by his first novel. The Big Sleep introduced the world to Philip Marlowe, the often imitated but never-bettered hard-boiled private investigator. It is in Marlowe’s long shadow that every fictional detective must stand – and under the influence of Raymond Chandler’s addictive prose that every crime author must write.
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"Anything Chandler writes about grips the mind from the first sentence." (Daily Telegraph)
"One of the greatest crime writers, who set standards others still try to attain." (Sunday Times)
"Chandler is an original stylist, creator of a character as immortal as Sherlock Holmes." (Anthony Burgess)
I was very excited to see that many of Ray Chandler's books were now available with Ray Porter as the narrator. Ray Porter is one of the aces among narrators and Ray Chandler a pioneer among detective novelists - would seem to be a slam dunk for an audio book but it really turned out to be only mediocre. I think the way Chandler writes didn't sync well with the way Porter reads, which made it one of those books that was difficult to follow. I found myself perpetually re-listening to a part trying to figure out what had just happened.
It's hard not to picture Bogart, but there is so much that is lost on the silver screen. The movie 'stage punches' and dated cinema left me feeling disconnected, whereas in the book, the grit and brawn came to life in color.
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Raymond Chandler is the Homer of Lalaland. What Faulkner was for Mississippi, what Hemingway was for the Florida Keys, what Emerson was for Massachusetts; that is what Raymond Chandler was for Los Angeles. He was the author who defined the regional vernacular, who determined the appropriate literary form for all subsequent regional writers.
You may find that statement overblown. You will say, Raymond Chandler was just a mystery writer,. But that misses the point:
The mystery novel is the classic genre of southern California. It captures the tawdry, banal, amoral essence of southern California. It reifies the sordid human drama that grubs out its existence against the southland’s pastoral but polluted landscape, it dramatizes the jejune dreams of quick fame and lucre played out by philistines upon a paradise meant for something more ethereal. The southern California murder mystery is the objective correlative of the despoiled dreams and perverted ambitions of the mercenary felon, the felonious mercenary, who attempts to mint southern California’s “beauty in to power” (apologies to Jackson Browne).
There was no southern California literature before Chandler. Homesick one-offs like F Scott Fitzgerald’s “Last Tycoon” don’t count. Supercilious hatchet jobs by eastern aesthetes like Nathaniel West don’t count. Quick bullet-train excursions by northern Californians like Steinbeck and Norris don’t count. There was no literature in southern California before Chandler. And since Chandler, all writers have been, in some measure, his apprentices. The mystery novel has developed as the essential southern California genre from Chandler through Ross McDonald, and James Ellroy, to the early works of T Jefferson Parker, as a coherent tradition. And the art form could only maintain coherence if it spoke to something tangible and real in the southern California culture.
So read Raymond Chandler. Read everything. Start at the beginning with “The Big Sleep”, and keep going till you get to “The Long Goodbye”. Don’t ask which is best. It would be like asking which Faulkner novel is best. You can’t just pick and choose. They’re all part of a landscape, and you won’t see the entire panorama until you have read through them all.
Eclectic mixer of books of my youth and ones I always meant to read, but didn't.
There is very little that has not been written or said about Chandler. Interestingly, not much of that critique is negative. Maybe that's because he defined the genre. He is what everyone remembers of Bogart and Becall. He wrote the smart Alec into existence. Like Hammett, he forged a path that so many have followed it is now a ribbon as wide as Hollywood and populated by more wanabees than, perhaps, any other genre. He took pulp fiction and made it mainstream, populated by Mitchum, Gambon, Downey, Gould and many, many more. I haven't done the research, but I suspect that there are more Philip Marlowes credited in movies than any other character.
So what is defining? I don't know and it's too far down the road to try, but this work (the first credited as a Marlowe mystery and written by Chandler at the ripe age of 51) is the epitome of the class. It has the fast track mouth, the classy babes, the trouble when they walk in the room atmospherics and the rank smell of smoke, whiskey and inexpensive perfume. It has a crime (although, what crime, it is unclear until the credits are rolling), a solution and the great detective that solves every other problem, but this one. Just perfect.
I enjoyed Ray Porter's performance. It reminds me more of Mitchum than Bogie or Gould. A real, "Who gives a Flying ..." delivery. I'm looking forward to listening to more of him.
PS: this is an unabridged version. There are plenty of abridged versions, including radio plays, but the devil is in the detail with Chandler, so I suggest you don't miss a line.
Ray Porter is the perfect narrator for these classic noir detective stories. The plot is a bit convoluted, but just let yourself flashback to Los Angeles circa 1939. Great writing with the perfect narrator.
The Bogart / Bacall movie of The Big Sleep is a favorite of mine, but I'd never more than skimmed the novel. It turned out to be interesting to compare the two.
At first my impression was that the movie loses a lot compared to the novel. Chandler writes beautifully, with genuine wit, and his male characters are well realized, as far as they go. Very good dialog, sensible interactions with the police and D.A.
In the audiobook, Ray Porter's performance really ties it together. It's hard to imagine a better Marlowe, and he's very good at the rest of the male characters. He's terrible at the women, as he'd be the the first to acknowledge, though given something to work with, as in Farewell, My Lovely, he's much better.
But then, what female characters? There's Vivian, the Bacall role, who here is basically just corrupt. There's Carmen, who's very crazy and very corrupt. There's Agnes, whose boyfriend is literally willing to die for her, though she regards it as an inconvenience when he does. There's a bookstore owner, "an intelligent Jewess," who doesn't play any real role. And there's Silver Wig, who is held up as an example of womanly virtue, since she stands up for her man. Marlowe actually approves of her, so he crowds her against a wall and kisses her, which she returns. Virtue magnetically drawn to virtue, I guess.
And that's where the whole thing starts to feel rotten to the core.
In this novel Chandler is bizarrely misogynistic. Carmen is the most obvious example. She's mad, bad, and dangerous to know, the end. Willful, childish, drug addled, and with some kind of psychosis that bears no relationship to anything I've ever heard of. She's so corrupt that when Marlowe finds her in his bed, naked, he tosses her out of his apartment, and rips out the sheets so he won't have to sleep in them and get, I suppose, bad girl cooties. Afterwards he complains that he woke up with a hangover, not from alcohol, but from women.
He's similarly homophobic, and goes on and on about it. It's hard to avoid the impression that the two go together, and that Chandler had some real personal problems. His biography seems to support that. Two of the women he knew best claimed he was a repressed homosexual.
Fine; everyone's got their mishegas. Assuming that Chandler's friends were right about that, it's certainly possible to feel some sympathy, since it was a bad time to be in that position. But Chandler's response here is to join the enemy, in a particularly nasty way. He attempts to sound worldly and knowledgeable about it, as if he's just explaining the facts of life. There's something corrupt in that, and it goes some way toward explaining why I've felt put off whenever I've tried to read Chandler, good a writer as he is. For all that posturing about how "down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid," there's something in Chandler, and in Marlowe, that feels a little shifty.
This isn't one of those tired arguments about whether or not particular racist or sexist attitudes were just artifacts of their time. Compare Hammett, for example. He's happy enough to show you corruption, but he's not self-righteous about it, his women aren't freaks, and he has a lot of gay characters, without making too much of it. Wilmer, Gutman, and Cairo in the Maltese Falcon, for example (the term "gunsel" that he uses didn't refer to a guy who carried a gun).
When Marlowe is shown as a paragon of virtue, it doesn't ring true. For example, at the end of the novel, Marlowe has been sapped and shot at, and he's killed a man, as well as saving General Sternwood's daughter from a murder rap. Yet he wants to return his fee, because he hasn't accomplished what he thinks Sternwood really wanted, which is something Sternwood explicitly told him not to look into. This comes off as a clumsily contrived way to show off how righteous Marlowe is. Methinks he doth protest too much.
The movie takes the good parts out of The Big Sleep and stays out of this Freudian morass, and it's a lot of fun. Far from having Chandler's queasiness about sex, it revels in it, and presents a happy plasma in which everyone is randy. If Marlowe takes a cab, it will have a good looking woman driver, and she'll ask him out. When Marlowe walks into a bookstore to keep an eye on the store across the street, the owner, played by Dorothy Malone, immediately closes the store. (Ah, Dorothy Malone ...) Whether or not it was because the movie censors wouldn't let Hawks mention that characters were gay, they fit into this supercharged atmosphere in a natural way.
The song that Lauren Bacall sings at one point is a bit weird, no question. But on the whole, the movie comes off as a lot healthier than the novel, and it steals all the best lines.
Fearing I may go mad at the sheer monotony of my desk job, I quickly developed a love for audio books. I've been hooked ever since.
I really enjoyed this book. When I first bought this book I was concerned it would be difficult to relate to, due to the fact it was originally published in the 1930's. In fact, there were only a couple things that made it seem "old":
1) Cigarettes, they were smoking everywhere.
2) prohibition has recently ended
3) An abundance of derogatory slurs towards homosexuality.
The 3rd was the only thing that really bugged me about the story. Though not enough to really take anything away from my enjoyment, more of an annoyance. This aspect has a similar feel to H.P. Lovecraft and his racist comments throughout his works, if you are familiar.
Ray Porter is a fantastic narrator. In fact, I found this book by searching for Ray Porter on Audible. He always gives a solid performance, this was no different.
If you're a fan of books like Lee Child's Jack Reacher, you will like this book. Philip Marlowe, the novel's main protagonist, operates very similar to Reacher. The differences being Marlowe is less violent a character, and he is an actual Private Detective.
All in all, a good story with great narration. Highly recommended.
Marketer. The Engineer-MBA stereotype. Sports-fiction writer. Poor reader of text. Thus at Audible. God Bless.
Absolutely loved it.
What a fascinating story. well read, too.
Chandler is the writer I would like to become some day. Clean, scorched, brutal prose. a surety of touch. An absolute lack of hesitation. Fascinating.
Been on/off with Audible since '07, when I found myself long-term in China, desperate for English language books. Love a good story.
Some really excellent storytelling and top notch narration. Hard boiled classic, I see why he's been so influential, and it holds up REALLY well. Will buy more in the Marlow series.
I am a 67 year old psychologist. I have been married for 28 years, with two sons who are 27 and 24. I love listening to the books.
Now there's a value judgment. The well-spent part of the time was the humor. There are a lot of jokes. Many of them are LOL funny. Also you have to give Raymond Chandler his due: he did invent the hard-boiled detective genre, and anyone who does such a fantastic service to the reading public should be praised. The time not well spent part was the plot. As above, I have never been so confused in my life, and I have this sneaking feeling that I could read or listen to the book twenty times, and the confusion would never be resolved. I think that Mr. Chandler knew that the whole thing made no sense, but he decided to publish it anyway and see what jumped off.
I have read one other book, and I think I'll stop there. Although the humor might tempt me, as laughter is the body's best medicine. At least if there is a next time, I won't expect the book to make any sense at all. Most contemporary whodunit authors are probably secretly appalled that Chandler's "plots" are nonsense, just an excuse to hang the jokes on. Those guys actually want the whole thing to be believable, most of them. Imagine that!
I like everything about Mr. Porter's work. His voice is very athletic, able to leap tall buildings in a single bounce.
Sure. Marlowe should be played by Oscar Isaac. Isaac is an actor whom I have seen in about four movies lately. The most successful of these is Ex Machina, which is a truly great movie about artificial intelligence. Do yourself a favor. See it. All the other characters are secondary to the Marlowe part, so I leave them to you, my friends (my readers?).
"Hard Boiled As A Ten Minute Egg."
Lots of people try to reproduce Chandler's baroque tough-guy prose. For my money, Ray Porter has succeeded far better than most. I'm off to listen to "Farewell My Lovely" while I'm still in the mood. Highly recommended.
"Better than Betty Grable's Gams!"
As I'm sure you know, Raymond Chandler was a genre defining crime writer & his character Philip Marlowe,depicted so memorably by Humphrey Bogart, is the template for the film noir Private Eye.
Chandler's prose crackles & hums with the electricity of Los Angeles in the early mid twentieth century. He will hit you with similes that chime with the times " her eyes became narrow and black and as shallow as the enamel on a cafeteria tray" and Marlowe is true to his own code.
I listen to a lot of books and rarely have I encountered a better narrator than Ray Porter; like his female counterpart Lorelei King,he is a one person cast, clearly defining the characters with vocal dexterity. The passage where Philip Marlowe pretends to be a book collector is a case in point. Ray Porter manages to pull off Marlowe acting a part while still retaining Marlowe's tone. Much as Lorelei King can convincingly portray male characters, Porter can "do" women,a variety of women.
Although I think of Chandler in Black & White his prose is often descriptive of vivid colours and smells. The opening lines are a great example of this attention to detail. There is a dry wit and a quart of whiskey behind much of the brilliance Raymond Chandler writes, but also a heart and an ethical framework.
In short, for me, Raymond Chandler is literature that happens to be in the crime genre. Ray Porter delivers the text with meaning and understanding and with the actors respect for the writing that some only reserve for Shakespeare or Tennessee Williams.
a five star experience!
"LA Noir Cool"
Very cool, languid prose and a surprisingly complex plot define Raymond Chandler's first outing with Los Angeles PI Philip Marlowe. Exceptional narration by Ray Porter. As detective fiction goes - an oldie, but a goodie.
"Complex classic film noir style"
This is a classic. Most people will probably know the Humphrey Bogart big screen version but Raymond Chandler was clearly the original. Gritty, dark and twisted - unusual for its time - he broke boundaries with some of the themes described. As brilliant as it is written, the plot at times gets too complicated and if you're not concentrating, you'll end up missing important clues. The narrator has an amazing voice, fit for the genre, you immediately feel like you're in a black and white film.
"True classic Noir"
This book is a true classic. It's the benchmark of Noir detective stories. I expect this will be a many time listen!
The main character, Philip Marlow.
The world, times, styles and wonderful descriptive way this book is written really transports you to LA. Every character is so brilliantly written.
This is a must listen. The narrator is perfect. He sounds, reads and acts the part perfectly. The best in fact over many books I have downloaded.
"The Finest Private Dick!!"
Great narration loved the" frail" voices.Penetrating tale of deception and tough love.Well worth a listen.
Superbly read and evocative of the time and place.
The story was absorbing, the characters believable and fascinating and the denouement not obvious.
My first Raymond Chandler and definately not the last. I loved it.
"A well read classic"
Long but the detail gives it real atmosphere. The ladies could be a little more convincing but it was a well produced story.
A bit dated now, but if you place yourselves in that time, it's brilliant to listen to, the narrator was excellent as well.
Once again Chandler has me in his thrall. Ray Porter brings the characters and action off the page. What entertainment !
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