Was An Asshole
By Stephen Blackmoore
This piece originally appeared, in a slightly different form, on L.A. Noir, the author's blog, upon the occasion of Raymond Chandler's 123rd birthday. It is reprinted with permission.
JULY 23, 2011
Today is Raymond Chandler's 123rd birthday.
Last week a friend of mine said, "You're pretty hard on L.A."
"What do you mean? I love this town. It's so fucked up."
"That," he said. "That's what I'm talking about."
I look at Chandler the same way.
And so I can say, with great respect, Raymond Chandler was an asshole.
Before he created Philip Marlowe, penned the script for Strangers On A Train, or even had his first short story, "Blackmailers Don't Shoot" published in Black Mask, he was an alcoholic executive for the Dabney Oil Company in Downtown L.A. getting shitfaced every day at lunch while playing gin at the Los Angeles Athletic Club.
He was fired in 1932, a year before Prohibition was repealed. The reason? Excessive drinking.
Of course, Prohibition meant fuck all out here. The City of Los Angeles was running all the rackets out of Mayor Frank Shaw's office using city bureaucracy and infrastructure to coordinate it. It did it so well, in fact, that there wasn't anything for the mobsters to do.
We didn't have organized crime, we had city government.
Kind of like today. *rimshot*
Chandler published his first novel, The Big Sleep, in 1939 when he was 50 years old. He got his first Hollywood gig in 1943 writing the script for Double Indemnity with Billy Wilder. Just before the script was to be finished he threw a tantrum and made a bunch of stupid, whiny demands that would shame a five-year-old.
Seriously. It was shit like insisting that Wilder not wear his hat indoors, and to not ask Chandler to close the door while they were working on the script. Pissy, passive aggressive bullshit that, remarkably, was rewarded and not laughed at.
Three years later he had another hissy fit while finishing up The Blue Dahlia and for some bizarre, infantile reason, he demanded that he finish the last 22 pages of the script totally shitfaced with a secretary he could dictate to and a studio employed doctor on call to keep him loaded up on B-12 shots.
Raymond Chandler was also a genius.
You can't watch The Blue Dahlia or read The Big Sleep or The Little Sister and not get that. He had an ear for dialog, a way with pacing and snappy one-liners that left other writers cold. He had the kind of writer's voice that swept over the inconsistencies, spackled the plot holes, kept you going at a breakneck pace and didn't let you stop to breathe.
Reading Chandler is like reading poetry. It's rhythm and flow. More to evoke mood than move plot it somehow manages to do both. He was a storyteller who could charm you with the music in his writing and you wouldn't care if he actually made sense.
I have a love/hate relationship with Chandler. I love his style and I hate his plots. They can be convoluted and confusing. But that's okay because I'm reading for the poetry, the sharp observations, the biting wit.
Here's one of my favorite openings of his. From the short story "Red Wind":
If you've ever been here for the Santa Anas, you know what he's talking about.
He was a marvelous fuck up. An alcoholic genius driven by his fears and insecurities. He was high-strung and demanding, self-righteous and whiny. He acted like a child and when he was treated like one in return he couldn't handle it.
I think if I had known him I'd have wanted to punch him.
But I'd have bought his books, anyway.
So, happy birthday, Ray. I'll drink a gimlet for ya.
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Stephen Blackmoore is a Los Angeles writer. He is also, by his own admission, a kind of a bastard with a fondness for cheap drink and cheaper shots. His short fiction and poetry have appeared in Plots With Guns, Needle, Spinetingler, Thrilling Detective, Shots, Demolition, Clean Sheets, Flashing In The Gutters and a couple of anthologies. His first novel, a dark urban fantasy titled City of the Lost was published in January, 2012, and he's continued writing in that vein ever since.
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