by Raymond Chandler, Elliott Gould
This is the last novel Raymond Chandler wrote, or perhaps just the last Philip Marlowe novel. Likely both given that Chandler died a year after this novel's publication. I don't think it was quite so good as the four or five other Chandler novels I've read, but it is still good (orders of magnitude ...
This book was very short compared to the other Philip Marlowe books. It goes straight to the action, without wasting too much time with descriptions and settings. Because of that, the exaggerated reactions and cliché attitudes of the characters weren't as grating as they usually are.There were some ...
Even granting that 'Playback' was not intended to be the final Marlowe novel, I'm still disappointed. This is it. 'Cause I'm going to be honest, there's no way I'm reading 'Poodle Springs'. The first four chapters actually written by Chandler, perhaps, but that's all.The building world-weary bittern...
Ce cliquetis et ce choc provenaient d'une serviette nouée aux quatre coins et pleine de cubes de glace en train de fondre, qui venait de choir à terre. Quelqu'un qui me voulait du bien l'avait posée sur l'arrière de mon crâne. Quelqu'un qui me voulait beaucoup moins de bien m'avait défoncé le crâne....
http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b00yw4f9/Saturday_Play_Classic_Chandler_Playback/Saturday R4 play - Toby Stephens is Philip Marlowe, the fast-talking, trouble-seeking Californian private eye. Underwhelming storyline but I do so love the patter.
This book is utterly stupid and makes no sense at all. I could hardly follow the story, then I realized it's because there is no story to speak of. The only reason I finished it was because I was listening to it, not reading it. Even if you're a big Chandler fan, skip this one.
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