This will be brief, because I can convey the feel of this tense, dark, gritty novel in very few words:
Smoke. Gin. Bullets. More gin. Bogart, not literally, but you won't be able to not see the nameless narrator as Humphrey. And this quote:
"I haven't laughed so hard over anything since the hogs ate my kid brother."
If you think we live in a jaded, brutal age, try this Depression era novel. If you think we live in a violent age, try this novel. If you think we live in an overly drugged age, read this novel.
In short, read this novel. I look forward to the other four (including, most notably, the Maltese Falcon) in this volume.
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