Tag Archives: Raymond Chandler

Suppressed Energy

Please help KWD grow by sharing:  https://karinwritesdangerously.com We’ve all done it at one time or another, haven’t we? Stayed up late, even all night, reading a page turner – a book that we just couldn’t put down? A story that … Continue reading

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Something Wonderful

My earlier post, “The Magic,” featured some wonderful Raymond Chandler comments on writing. Here are two amazing opening paragraphs he penned for us to ponder: From The Big Sleep — Chandler’s first novel: “It was about eleven o’clock in the … Continue reading

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“The Magic”

On a quick hop up to Vermont, my son Alex and I each wandered through The Vermont Book Shop, a cozy and inviting indie with plenty of fuel to feed bookaholic fires on cold winter nights. In his browse-around amble, … Continue reading

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The Hero

“In everything that can be called art there is a quality of redemption. It may be pure tragedy, if it is high tragedy, and it may be pity and irony, and it may be the raucous laughter of the strong … Continue reading

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Artistic Intensity

“When a book, any sort of book, reaches a certain intensity of artistic performance, it becomes literature. That intensity may be a matter of style, situation, character, emotional tone, or idea, or half a dozen other things. It may also … Continue reading

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Book Chats

“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.” Dr. Seuss To me, one of the most enjoyable things in the world is chatting about books. I just … Continue reading

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Lost Voice

“It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder-blue suit with dark blue shirt, tie and display … Continue reading

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Assaulting Citadels

“There are no ‘classics’ of crime and detection. Not one. Within its frame of reference, which is the only way it should be judged, a classic is a piece of writing which exhausts the possibilities of its form and can … Continue reading

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Blue-clock Socks

“It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display … Continue reading

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