Tag Archives: The Big Sleep

Something Wonderful

Posted on October 1, 2016 by karinwritesdangerously

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 Hero

Posted on April 8, 2016 by karinwritesdangerously

“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

Posted on November 11, 2014 by karinwritesdangerously

“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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Lost Voice

Posted on August 20, 2013 by karinwritesdangerously

“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

Posted on July 30, 2013 by karinwritesdangerously

“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

Posted on March 18, 2011 by karinwritesdangerously

“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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