I might be alone here, or I might be the victim of a weird physical ailment (I’ll explain in a bit), but I don’t think I liked this one very much. This is Raymond Chandler’s next to last novel, and it’s somewhere around 100 pages longer than any of his previous works. It’s famous among other things for giving the world a solid recipe for a gimlet (2 oz of gin, 2 oz of Rose’s Lime juice, sometimes bitters). It’s also the basis for a […]
The first time I laid eyes on Terry Lennox he was drunk in a Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith outside the terrace of The Dancers.
The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler