What greater prestige can a man like me (not too greatly gifted, but very understanding) have than to have taken a cheap, shoddy and utterly lost kind of writing, and have made of it something that intellectuals claw each other about?
Over at Lit Hub, Barry Day collects several insights into the prolific and complicated nature of Raymond Chandler’s work. Key point: even though many regarded him as a mystery writer, Chandler himself didn’t care much for the concept of plot. He was first and foremost a writer concerned with language and the human spirit.
