Heavier Than Broken Hearts

The 2013 Raymond Chandler Interview

Conducted by Ben Solomon

Raymond Chandler allegedly said his long goodbye in 1959, but his words still speak to us. He left behind seven novels and 25 short stories, a limited output that elevated the hard-boiled detective to the stuff of literature. In the pages of Black Mask, alongside the likes of Dashiell Hammett, Chandler further defined and refined the genre. By the time of his first novel, 1939's The Big Sleep, he proved the form could go way beyond mere pulp fiction. Chandler made his mark -- he was a great author who just happened to write about detectives.

Fifty years on, I figured it was high time we heard from Chandler again. Just because he hasn't penned a word since the 1950's is no reason he should dummy up now. So I decided to track down the author. It wasn't easy.

But here's the man himself, in his own words, after a fashion, speaking -- as he likes to call it -- from beyond the big sleep, looking down from the high window.

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BEN SOLOMON: Mr. Chandler, I thank you for granting this interview. I'm sure readers everywhere are plenty grateful, not to mention awful surprised.

RAYMOND CHANDLER: Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.

SOLOMON: I understand you didn't go for it at first. I mean the first time my editor called you.

CHANDLER: I hung up. It was a step in the right direction, but it didn't go far enough. I ought to have locked the door and hid under the desk.

SOLOMON: You two didn't get along.

CHANDLER: He was a guy who talked with commas, like a heavy novel. Over the phone anyway.

SOLOMON: What did you tell him?

CHANDLER: You talk too damn much and too damn much of it is about you.

SOLOMON:Yeah, he tends to do that.

CHANDLER: He sounded like a man who had slept well and didn't owe too much money.

SOLOMON: Well I'm awful glad you eventually came around.

CHANDLER: Sooner or later I may figure out why you like being a kept poodle.

SOLOMON: I'd sure never admit to anything like that being true. And even if it was, I sure as hell wouldn't like it.

CHANDLER: You know Chandler. Always griping about something.

SOLOMON: You are the first in the decadence of your art.

CHANDLER:The more you reason the less you create.

SOLOMON: It's easy to stiffen up while sitting at the keys. That's for sure.

CHANDLER:The faster I write the better my output. If I'm going slow, I'm in trouble. It means I'm pushing the words instead of being pulled by them.

SOLOMON: So how do you accomplish that? How do you pull it off?

CHANDLER: Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean up every noon.

SOLOMON: Isn't that a little easier said than done? Don't you run up against obstacles? Don't you even create your own obstacles?

CHANDLER: Everything a writer learns about the art or craft of fiction takes just a little away from his need or desire to write at all. In the end he knows all the tricks and has nothing to say.

SOLOMON: I know what you're getting at. But when you say it out loud it sounds kind of astounding. Almost appalling.

CHANDLER: There is something about the literary life that repels me, all this desperate building of castles on cobwebs, the long-drawn acrimonious struggle to make something important which we all know will be gone forever in a few years, the miasma of failure which is to me almost as offensive as the cheap gaudiness of popular success.

SOLOMON: Yet your work is still celebrated. The Big Sleep, f'rinstance, is held in the highest regard. That book goes back to 1939, for crissake.

CHANDLER: 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 never be surpassed.

SOLOMON: So you're saying you never achieved that. Hammett, neither? Not anybody since?

CHANDLER: No story or novel of mystery has done that yet. Few have come close. Which is one of the principal reasons why otherwise reasonable people continue to assault the citadel.

SOLOMON: The public always loved the form, anyway. And still does.

CHANDLER: An age which is incapable of poetry is incapable of any kind of literature except the cleverness of a decadence.

SOLOMON: I take it you don't go in for a lot of the contemporary, detective fiction.

CHANDLER: The flood of print has turned reading into a process of gulping rather than savoring.

SOLOMON: Is there such a thing as being too critical? Perhaps a touch too severe?

CHANDLER: A classical education saves you from being fooled by pretentiousness, which is what most current fiction is too full of.

SOLOMON: So who do you recommend?

CHANDLER: Hammett was the ace performer.

SOLOMON: You can't go wrong with Dashiell.

CHANDLER: He is said to have lacked heart; yet the story he himself thought the most of...

SOLOMON: The Glass Key.

CHANDLER: ...is the record of a man's devotion to a friend. He was spare, frugal, hard-boiled, but he did over and over again what only the best writers can ever do at all. He wrote scenes that seemed never to have been written before.

SOLOMON: That's one heck of a compliment.

CHANDLER: The challenge is to write about real things magically.

SOLOMON: Who sounds pretentious, now?

CHANDLER: Without magic, there is no art. Without art, there is no idealism. Without idealism, there is no integrity. Without integrity, there is nothing but production.

SOLOMON: So how do you keep your integrity intact? It's a tough haul, word by word, line by line, page by page...

CHANDLER: Don't ever write anything you don't like yourself and if you do like it, don't take anyone's advice about changing it. They just don't know.

SOLOMON: Fair enough. Sure. As long as you're Chandler, maybe.

CHANDLER: I am a writer, and there comes a time when that which I write has to belong to me, has to be written alone and in silence, with no one looking over my shoulder, no one telling me a better way to write it.

SOLOMON: You are your first and last audience, if I get you right.

CHANDLER: It doesn't have to be great writing, it doesn't even have to be terribly good. It just has to be mine.

SOLOMON: It always sounds too damn easy when you talk it through. So easy to say it's all about the writing.

CHANDLER: The actual writing is what you live for. The rest is something you have to get through in order to arrive at the point.

SOLOMON: But it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.

CHANDLER: Everything written with vitality expresses that vitality: there are no dull subjects, only dull minds.

SOLOMON: If I've got it right, you kinda write as you will, artistically speaking, I mean. The notion of creating art isn't part of what you consciously do.

CHANDLER: There are no vital and significant forms of art; there is only art, and precious little of that.

SOLOMON: Ain't that the truth?

CHANDLER: There is no bad whiskey. There are only some whiskeys that aren't as good as others.

SOLOMON: Now I believe you're quoting yourself... I wanted to take you for a bite, to one of those venerable establishments you might remember. But you know things can never be the same. The Blackhawk, Barney's Market Club... both gone. Even the Berghoff ain't what it used to be. Sure.

CHANDLER: I used to like this town. A long time ago...

SOLOMON: Maybe I should just rustle us up a couple of dames.

CHANDLER: I do a great deal of research... particularly in the apartments of tall blondes.

SOLOMON: Then maybe I should just leave you to it and say goodbye.

CHANDLER:: To say goodbye is to die a little.

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Interview respectfully submitted by Ben Solomon, December 2013. Ben is the creator of The Hard-Boiled Detective, a subscription-based pulp mag on the web featuring an unnamed, tough-as-nails private dick. It's a delicious and unapologetic throwback to another, simpler era; an era of broad-shouldered he-men and soft-shouldered broads, where fedoras and trenchoats are the order of the day and the roscoes spit ka-chow ka-chow all night long. It's also a hoot. A version of this interview originally appeared on The Hard-Boiled Detective web site.

Chandler illustration by David Levine.


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