I started reading books by Hammett and by
Raymond Chandler because their names were on Pulp Fiction’s poster and I thought it would have been really cool
of me to read their works. This particular novel was one I stole from the
bookshelf of a hotel in Salvador da Bahia – I was either going to do something
innocuous like that or make a scene for the appalling service we received, I
opted for the former.
All hard boiled novels are full of dry humour
and witty one-liners and this one is no exception, but in The Thin Man Hammett adds the banter of a chirpy married couple.
The novel actually reads like a perfect film script, and it’s no wonder that
the movie taken from it was such a success. I’m sorry for Sam Spade, but in my
opinion Nick Charles kicks his ass.
I wish I was sharp and interesting enough to
hang out with Charles and Nora, but I really don’t think I could keep up with
their drinking...
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