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2019 Reading Notes (2) Things you must know about Chandler

1. About the author of "The Long Goodbye"

Raymond Chandler (1888-1959)

One of the representatives of American literature in the 20th century First, he created the classic image of "tough guy detective" Marlowe with textbook-level polished writing, pioneered the "tough guy" style into the literary tradition, and revolutionized the face of American novels. The "Chandler-style" writing style was imitated by countless writers in later generations; Marlowe became the originator of tough guys, and all tough guy images since then have Marlowe's shadow.

"The Long Goodbye" is Chandler's undisputed masterpiece and his most proud work, winning the 1955 Edgar Allan Poe Award.

Chandler's 7 novels all feature Marlowe as the protagonist:

"The Big Sleep"

"Goodbye, Me" "Farewell, My Lovely"

"The High Window"

"The Lady in the Lake"

"The Little Sister"

"The Long Goodbye"

"Playback"

2. About "The Long Goodbye" "Farewell" Table of Contents

"The Long Goodbye"

A Essential Handbook for Chandler Fans

Chandler's Life Events

About Chandler, things you must know

Everyone loves Chandler

Chandler Quotations

3. Excerpts of "The Long Goodbye"< /p>

Chapter 13 of "The Long Goodbye"

The older waiter walked over slowly and casually glanced at my glass of weak Scotch whiskey and water. I shook my head, and his thick white hair nodded up and down. At this moment, a sweet dream walked into the bar. For a moment, I felt that there was no sound in the bar. The elites of the era stopped talking and talking, and the drunkard on the bar stool stopped talking. The situation was like a conductor tapping the music stand lightly, raising his arms and hanging in the air. The moment it fell.

She has a slim and slender figure, wearing a white linen custom-made dress with a black and white polka dot silk scarf tied around her neck. Her hair was light blonde, like a princess in a fairy tale. There is a small hat on her hair, and her pale blond hair is curled up inside like a bird in a nest. Her eyes were a rare cornflower blue, with long eyelashes that were a bit too light in color. She walked to the table across the aisle, took off her long white gloves, and the old waiter opened the table for her. No waiter would open the table for me in this way. She sat down, stuffed her gloves under the belt of her satchel, and thanked the waiter. Her smile was so gentle, so elegant and pure that he could hardly move. She said something to the waiter in a very low voice. The waiter walked away quickly, hunched over. This dude has a real mission in life.

I stared at her. She caught me staring at her. She raised her gaze half an inch and I looked away. Yet wherever I looked I held my breath.

There are blondes like this and blondes like that in the world. Blondes are almost becoming a joke nowadays. Each blonde has her own characteristics, except perhaps the metallic ones, whose blond hair is as golden as a Zulu in bleach and whose temperament is as soft as the pavement. There are cute little blondes who like to chirp. There is a tall blonde girl who looks like a Greek statue, who will keep you away with her ice-blue eyes. There is a blonde girl who looks up to you, her fragrance is hanging on your arm, and she is always very, very tired when you bring her home. She made a helpless gesture and said she had a severe headache. You wanted to slap her, but you also felt lucky because you discovered her headache before investing too much time, money and hope. For the headache will always be there, a weapon that never goes out of style, more deadly than the assassin's sword or Lucrezia's poison bottle.

There is a docile blonde who loves to drink. She is willing to wear anything as long as it is made of mink leather. She is willing to go anywhere as long as there is a starlit rooftop and endless champagne.

There's the bubbly little blonde who's your best friend, who likes to pay her own bills, who's full of sunshine and reason, who's so good at judo that she can knock out a truck driver with an over-the-shoulder fall while reading the Saturday Review editorial page. At most, I only missed one sentence. There's the blonde with unusually pale skin who suffers from a form of non-fatal but incurable anemia. She is listless, fragile, speaks softly, and her voice comes from nowhere. You can't touch her with a finger, because first of all, you don't want to, and secondly, she is reading either "The Waste Land" or the original Dante, or Kafka or Kierkegaard, even studied Provence1. She loved music and could tell you which of the six double basses was a quarter beat slow when she heard the New York Philharmonic play Syndemith. It is said that Toscanini could do it too. They make a perfect pair.

Finally, there is a glamorous exhibit blonde who outlived three gang bosses and then married two millionaires in a row, taking away a million in each divorce. Lao Lai lived in a light pink villa on the Cape of Antibes, with a large Alfa Romeo car with a driver and a deputy, and raised a group of declining nobles. She treated them all with a careless and affectionate attitude, just like the old Duke treats the housekeeper. The look that says good night.

The dream across the aisle does not belong to any of the above, not even to that world. She cannot be categorized, out of reach and as clear and translucent as a mountain spring, even more elusive than the color of water. I was still staring at her when a voice sounded from my elbow.

4. Chandler Quotes

If a person weighs one hundred and ninety pounds and can act chic, that is what I am working towards. ——"The Big Sleep"

The general spoke to me again; he spoke slowly, as sparingly as an unemployed showgirl sparing her last pair of good socks. . ——"The Long Sleep"

The lampshades of the two lamps are also shabby and shabby, just like old prostitutes who are still unwilling to show off their gaudy colors. ——"Goodbye, My Love"

There was a false enthusiasm in her expression and voice, as light as Chinese tea. ——"Goodbye, My Love"

Watching this family's house gradually disappear from my sight, I had a strange feeling. It seems that I wrote a poem, which was very good, but then I lost it, and I will never remember what I wrote again. ——"High Window"

A writer who dares not surpass himself is as useless as a general who is afraid of making mistakes. ——"High Window"

In this room, the glasses jingled softly, the lights cast a gentle glow, and people whispered, talking about love and ten percent profit. , or any other suitable topic to talk about in such an environment. ——"High Window"

I know. Marlowe knew everything—he just didn't know how to make money and live comfortably. ——"High Window"

I like drinking, but not when people regard me as someone to talk to. ——"The Woman at the Bottom of the Lake"

Things are simple and natural, and simple and natural things are often right. ——"The Woman at the Bottom of the Lake"

I am as indifferent as a fed fish seeing a broken bait. ——"Little Sister"

His expression was just as I imagined. If you forgot to wipe the mud off your shoes, he would be the first to tell you. ——"Little Sister"

He is the kind of guy who thinks he is pious in a small town. Growing up, he always had his mother hug his neck and the priest hold his hand. He felt lonely leaving home and coming here. He had made some money, and he wanted to buy some sweetness and warmth, but not the sweetness and warmth that reflected in the church windows. ——"Little Sister"

I didn't have the courage to tell her that I was just too busy with nothing to do. Maybe it has something to do with spring. Also, because there is something older than Manhattan, Kansas, in her eyes. ——"Little Sister"

Her crisp and delicate footsteps came from the corridor outside, just like the sound of mother knocking on the edge of the table when dad wanted to eat a second piece of apple pie. ——"Little Sister"

She said politely, her voice was as cold and bland as the soup in boarding school. ——"Little Sister"

Her voice became smaller and smaller, as if she was talking to herself sadly, more like someone in a funeral home asking for a deposit from the family of the deceased.

——"Little Sister"

Her voice stopped at the last word, like a feather that suddenly stopped in the wind, spinning up and then slowly falling down; a silent smile slightly pulled the corners of her mouth , that is inviting people, very slowly, like a child trying to pick up snowflakes. ——"Little Sister"

I stayed at the boss's place for forty minutes, so I became as gorgeous as the anatomy diagram on the massage therapist's wall. ——"Little Sister"

She looked at me as if I had just picked up a drowned mermaid from the bottom of the sea. ——"Little Sister"

I stood up, but I felt dizzy. I was as weak as a broken washing machine, huddled like a turtle, as shy as a tit, and as helpless as a ballerina with prosthetics. . ——"Little Sister"

There is something special about money. When the amount is large, it will have its own life and even its own moral code. ——"The Long Goodbye"

Ordinary people live in exhaustion and fear. A tired and fearful person cannot afford his ideals. He has to provide for his family. Our time has witnessed an astonishing regression in public and private morality. People's lives suffer from a lack of quality, and you can't expect them to have quality. Mass production has no quality. You don’t want the quality of the goods to be too good, because if the quality is good, it will be too durable. So you substitute style for quality, which is a commercial fraud designed to artificially create a feeling of obsolescence. Mass production must make this year's goods look not fashionable enough next year, otherwise next year's goods won't be sold. ——"The Long Goodbye"

The law does not equal justice. The law is a very imperfect mechanism. You happen to press the right button, and with a lot of luck, the answer that pops up will be justice. The intention of the law is simply to provide a mechanism. ——"The Long Goodbye"

Your husband is a man who can take a harsh look at himself and see what is really deep inside. This talent is rare. Most people spend half their lives trying to maintain the dignity they never had. ——"The Long Goodbye"

To my left is an empty swimming pool. Nothing looks emptier than an empty swimming pool. ——"The Long Goodbye"

I went to the kitchen to make coffee - buckets of coffee. Intense, powerful, bitter, hot, ruthless, and depraved. A source of energy for tired men. ——"The Long Goodbye"

Leisurely Valley is enjoying a perfect summer. Everything is planned. Paradise on Earth Limited, and with strict restrictions. Only the most elegant people are accepted. Absolutely no Central Europeans. Only the most elite and top class, the cutest and most charming people. Like the Lorraines and the Wades. Totally real gold. ——"The Long Goodbye"

But rich people don't know. They have never experienced true happiness. They never wanted anything in particular except someone else's wife, and that pales in comparison to the plumber's wife's desire for new curtains for the living room. ——"The Long Goodbye"

I have a weak character, no courage or ambition. I grabbed the copper ring and didn't let go. I was surprised to find that it was not gold. People like me will have one glorious moment in their lives, a perfect swing on the swing. Then I spent the rest of my life trying not to fall off the sidewalk into the ditch. ——"The Long Goodbye"

The tragedy of life is not that beautiful things die prematurely, but that they become old and vulgar. ——"The Long Goodbye"

Twenty-four hours a day, someone is always running away, and someone is always trying to catch him. In the dark night of thousands of sins outside, people are dying, people are maimed, people have their throats cut by flying glass, hit on steering wheels, and crushed to death under heavy tires. People were beaten, robbed, strangled, raped and murdered; people were hungry and sick; people were bored, desperate, angry, cruel, fanatical, crying and trembling because of loneliness or regret or fear. A city no worse than other cities, a city that is rich, prosperous, full of self-respect, a city that is lost, defeated, full of emptiness. It all depends on your position and your personal achievements. I don't. I don't care. ——"The Long Goodbye"

To say goodbye is to die a little. ——"The Long Goodbye"

You touched my heart, Terry, with a smile, a nod, a wave and a few quiet drinks in a quiet bar here and there. It's really nice when the relationship is still there. Farewell, friend. I won't say goodbye.

I have already said goodbye to you, and saying goodbye still meant something at that time. Saying goodbye at that time was sad, lonely and decisive. ——"The Long Goodbye"

I never saw any of these people again, except the police. The way to say goodbye to the police has not yet been invented. ——"The Long Goodbye"

"Why would a cold-hearted person like you be so gentle and refined?" "If I were not cruel, I wouldn't be alive today. And if I were not gentle and refined, I wouldn't deserve to live in this world." This world." - "Replay"

Excerpted from "The Long Goodbye" on March 27, 2019