If you prodded me in the chest and said, ‘Off the top of your balding head, name a writer that makes you frisky when it comes to style.’
I’d say, ‘Trick of the light. Chandler.’

The magical thing about Chandler’s style is you can’t really unpick how he does it. Gotta keep trying, though.
There are some obvious touches like word economy and timing, but you still can’t explain how that rabbit – or the smile on your face – came to be there.
I think I might’ve wised up to a couple of wee wows, though. So turn up your collar, glance over your shoulder, and lean in…
Continue reading The Lady in the Lake by Raymond Chandler (1944)