For next month's book club, we are reading Raymond Chandler's The Long Goodbye. It didn't take me very long to become enthralled with the novel. (For the record, the word "drunk" is the 12th word in the book.)
A few lines in it reads, "You could tell by his eyes that he was plastered to the hairline."
Oh Chandler. I have missed ye.
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Listen, Chandler is a poet. Of tough guy talk, drunkenness, old L.A. I am so excited to re-encounter this book!
No doubt! It is kind of like the opening line of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. You know where you're at in such booky universes right from the get go.
have you read kevin young's collection of poems called _black maria_? uneven in places, but he knows his chandler. check it out.
Said while I was out of earshot at a gathering of the girlfriend's family on Saturday: "She's not much of a drinker, is she?" To which her sister replied with a laugh, "Every time she's out with us she's pounding 'em!"
God, I love a family of drinkers...
I might have to check that book out!!
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