Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Crime Week continues at p3: Private eyes are watching you

More quotes from Raymond Chandler, the perfector if not the inventor of the hard-boiled American detective story:

I thought he was crazy as a pair of waltzing mice, but I liked him.

- Killer in the Rain

Steiner was wearing Chinese slippers with thick white felt soles. His legs were in black satin pajamas and the upper part of him in an embroidered Chinese coat. The front of it was mostly blood. His glass eye shone brightly and was the most lifelike thing about him.

- Killer in the Rain

Delaguerra shook his head, stood up off the stool. "Racket beer, sonny," he said sadly. "Tasteless as a roadhouse blonde."

- Spanish Blood

So far I had only made four mistakes. The first was mixing in at all, even for Kathy Horne's sake. The second was staying mixed after I found Peeler Mardo dead. The third was letting Rush Madder see I knew what he was talking about. The fourth, the whiskey, was the worst.

It tasted funny even on the way down.

- Goldfish

The gun looked about a .32, but had the extreme right-angled grip of a Mauser.

After a while she said, very softly, "Police, I suppose."

She had a nice voice. I still think of it at times.

-Try the Girl

Tony's soft dark eyes were open and they held the quiet brightness of a cat's eyes. They had that effect that the eyes of the new-dead have of almost, but not quite, looking at you.

- Guns at Cynano's

There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of the hot dry Santa Ana winds that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' throats. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.

- Red Wind

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