“ Author: Raymond Chandler / Format: Paperback / Date of publication: 28 October 2010 / Genre: Crime & Thriller / Publisher: Penguin Books Ltd / Title: The Little Sister / ISBN 13: 9780241954324 / ISBN 10: 0241954324 / Alternative EAN: 9780140108965 „
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The Little Sister is a 1949 novel by Raymond Chandler and the fifth book to revolve around his sardonic and world weary hardboiled private detective hero Philip Marlowe. Chandler was deeply depressed and distracted at the time as his wife was ill and he had great difficulty finishing the novel. It was written on and off during a period that overlapped with him working for Paramount and he uses the story to throw some barbs at Hollywood (a place that he never liked an awful lot and found shallow and tiresome) and also reflect on his general weariness and unhappiness. Marlowe, like Chandler, is an increasingly lost and disillusioned character in the book, almost frozen in places, increasingly prone to introspection as he haunts his familiar gaudy landscape of low-rent post-war Los Angeles. There is always a seedy underbelly lurking beneath the surface and this is where Marlowe's cases inevitably lead him. The story is set in 1947 and begins with Marlowe in his ramshackle office one morning trying to swat a fly as he waits for a client to arrive. He won't have to wait long. A woman named Orfamay Quest asks Marlowe to find her missing brother Orrin. "She didn't have to open her mouth for me to know who she was. And nobody ever looked less like Lady Macbeth. She was a small, neat, rather prissy-looking girl with primly smooth brown hair and rimless glasses." Orrin ran away to Los Angeles from the Midwest and hasn't been heard from for a few months. His letters home just stopped. Marlowe begins his search for Orrin by trawling through cheap tatty boarding houses and as usual what appeared to be a fairly straightforward case at first glance soon becomes incredibly knotty and complicated.
It's probably fair to say that The Little Sister feels less essential than earlier Marlowe stories like Farewell, My Lovely and The Big Sleep and doesn't have quite so many memorable supporting characters. Chandler admitted that the book was written in a bad mood and he was happy to be finished with it but the internal dialogue flourishes that he gives Marlowe here are certainly interesting as an insight into how the writer was feeling at this stage of his life and career. "I was a blank man. I had no face, no meaning, no personality, hardly a name. I didn't want to eat. I didn't want to drink. I was a page from yesterday's calendar crumpled at the bottom of the waste basket." Marlowe's increasing sense of loneliness in the story echoes the way Chandler felt with his wife often under the influence of sedatives and asleep for days at a time. Chandler always felt her absence most in the evenings because he no longer had anyone to talk to at night and there is a memorable scene in the book where Marlowe is driving home in the dark and all of a sudden can't face the thought of being alone and turns his car around up to the hills of Los Angeles. "I ate dinner at a place near Thousand Oaks. Bad but quick. Feed 'em and throw 'em out. Lots of business. We can't bother with you sitting over your second cup of coffee, mister. You're using money space. See those people over there behind the rope? They want to eat. Anyway they think they have to. God knows why they want to eat here. They could do better home out of a can. They're just restless. Like you. They have to get the car out and go somewhere. Sucker-bait for the racketeers that have taken over the restaurants. You're not human tonight, Marlowe."
Marlowe is older now and more grizzled and cynical than ever but he's still on the side of the angels despite the mean streets he has to navigate. He might not be perfect but he'll never sell his soul to anyone. Marlowe's sarcastic sense of humour is still very much intact though - as is his Ian Fleming's literary James Bond capacity to take a beating and stagger back to his office for strong coffee and eggs at some madly unsocial hour. The wit of the character is more defensive than usual as if it's now used to protect himself. The absurdity and harsh reality of life is always far too apparent to our hard-drinking loner hero. The story is twisty (probably too twisty in this case) in the usual Chandler fashion and although not really his very best the sense of time and place is still vivid and superbly captured. The actual reveal is sort of explained to us at the end rather than presented as an interlocking series of clues that the reader might be able to fathom for themselves and although it seems to slightly contradict some of Chandler's own thoughts on fiction of this type I don't think it's a huge weakness in this context. Marlowe is not Sherlock Holmes and often seems as if he's completely in over his head but it's his dogged persistence rather than his detective skills than will inevitably win through in the end however Pyrrhic the victory might be. What Marlowe has is a certain type of street smarts and the ability to size people up.
The key plot element is borrowed from an incident involving a real life gangster (can't say who for fear of spoilers) and The Little Sister notably brings Phillip Marlowe into the orbit of Hollywood. Chandler famously worked as a writer on classic films like Strangers On A Train and Double Indemnity but didn't have much affection for Hollywood. He was removed from Strangers On A Train after loudly referring to Alfred Hitchcock as a "fat bastard" and was highly irritated by Billy Wilder's twirling cane (I'm not making this up) when he had to collaborate with him. When Marlowe comes into contact with an actress or observes the twinkling lights of Hollywood, Chandler lets us know exactly how he (and his sardonic narrator of course) feels about Tinseletown and the people who work there. "Behind Encino an occasional light winked from the hills through thick trees. The homes of screen stars. Screen stars, phooey. The veterans of a thousand beds. Hold it, Marlowe, you're not human tonight." Chandler has Marlowe reciting the last admonishment several times in the novel and it's really the author telling himself to shut up. Marlowe's relationship to the city ("The most of everything and the best of nothing," says Marlowe about California) feels especially jaundiced in the novel and inspires some very Chandler-esque flourishes.
Look how he contrasts the natural beauty of the city with the man-made ugliness it contains in his introductory passage. A perfect example of the lyrical slightly soppy and bitter cynical sides of Chandler all in one. "It was one of those clear, bright summer mornings we get in the early spring in California before the high fog sets in. The rains are over. The hills are still green and in the valley across the Hollywood hills you can see snow on the high mountains. The fur stores are advertising their annual sales. The call houses that specialize in sixteen-year-old virgins are doing a land-office business. And in Beverly Hills the jacaranda trees are beginning to bloom." The Little Sister is a very interesting read with some great moments but it does unavoidably suffer a little when judged alongside the Marlowe series as a whole and is a good book but one that feels like a slightly strange later entry in a series that has already peaked. I love some elements of the novel but it feels like Chandler never quite got a handle on the plot in places - frazzled and distracted as he was at the time and less than willing to read the manuscript over as he might usually have done. The Little Sister is over 300 pages long (paperback) and at the time of writing available to buy for as little as £3.
Chandler begins The Little Sister as any writer of twentieth-century detective fiction would; behind a 'pebbled glass door panel' which reads 'Philip Marlowe...Investigations'. Marlowe is your archetypal 'hard-boiled' detective with a rude mouth and an abundance of vices working day-after-day behind his 'shabby door' at the end of his 'shabby corridor' until one day when he receives a visit from 'dull looking' secretary Orfamay Quest. Being from Kansas and with little in terms of wealth she coquettishly asks for Marlowe's charity in helping her on her quest to locate her missing brother Orrin.
A fantastic, if not a little hard to follow read, Chandler's 'The Little Sister' is well worth a look if not only for Chandler's 'hard-boiled' humour and noir-esque descriptions of 1940s gangster riddled Hollywood. I'm not sure if enjoyed is really the word to describe my experience of reading this, the first I have read of Chandler's detective novels, more precisely my first opinion from reading this more was more of confusion...who killed who, why, when, did I miss that part of the story??? If you get the picture! Rather confusingly for a large portion of the novel you are left a little unsure as to what exactly happened, for a large part then the twists and turns in this novels are only made more complicated and confusing my Chandler's clever misdirections when telling the story. A straight-forward and easy-read trashy novel this is not despite first appearances. 'The Little Sister' is instead a highly entertaining, thoughtful and cleverly constructed novel, which, although on first reading you may not fully understand after revisiting and re-reading you will soon see quite how good a writer Raymond Chandler actually is!
Give this book a read if:
1. You love intelligent detective fiction
2. You like to get INVOLVED with your reading
3. You want to impress your friends over dinner : )
Give it a miss if:
1. You don't have much patience with a book
2. You prefer your novels to be short, simple entertaining reads
3. You have absolutely no interest in detection...you need to be part-detective yourself to figure out all the clues as to what's happening!!!
Finally if you have read this book and found it a little hard to follow I have included a spoiler...
The vocation of each character within Chandler's novel indicates their place upon the social, and criminal scale, as does the level of luxury each character is exposed to. Chandler however, uses The Little Sister to subvert these archetypes and topples the system documenting a new hierarchy with the penniless secretary at the top. The threat 'gangster's girls' Weld and Gonzales hold is nothing compared to that of Orfamay, who holds the strings of the novel; becoming the storyteller controlling who dies, when, where, how and why Orfamay's role is central. She is Steelgrave's informant, the murderess responsible for various deaths, including those of Orrin and Steelgrave and is Marlowe's shadow steering him from the truth whilst omitting herself from any blame. In the end it is the 'little-girlish' secretary from Kansas who emerges with the one thousand dollar prize whilst everyone else fumbles to determine what exactly happened.
Philip Marlowe's on a case: his client, a dried-up husk of a woman, wants him to recover a rare gold coin called a Brasher Doubloon, missing from her late husband's collection. That's the simple part. It becomes more complicated when Marlowe finds that everyone who handles the coin suffers a run of very bad luck: they always end up dead. That's also unlucky for a private investigator, because leaving a trail of corpses around LA gets cops' noses out of joint. If Marlowe doesn't wrap this one up fast, he's going to end up in jail or worse, in a box in the ground.