Not that far into it yet, I'm afraid (been a little side-lined by life stuff, I feel), but so far I'd call it 'okay'. I remember reading this about - um? - 15-20 years ago, when I was practically a teenager and loved crime fiction. I remembered Chandler's novels as good, but today I have a somewhat different view of what constitutes good writing, so I felt apprehensive about reading this. Fortunately my fears were easy to lay to rest. I still like the style of those well-placed one-liners. The overall pace of the story, the story itself, somehow fails to grab me. Though... I'm not sure it should all be blamed on Mr. Chandler - at least as far as I'm concerned.
Chandler can do something special with language and writing that I don't feel has diminished at all since this was written.
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