Recently I noticed that I had a large omnibus of Raymond Chandler novels on my shelf that included three I hadn’t read. Rather than start in write away, I figured I’d work my way through Chandler’s entire body of hardboiled detective fiction (he’s one of the genre creators) starting with the short story collection Killer in the Rain.
The book reminded me of what I like about Chandler. His language is wonderful (”She was the kind of woman could make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window” and “He was about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel’s food cake” are two of my favorites) and writing before hardboiled fiction became a genre, his work feels much more real than later authors who followed in his wake.
However, reading the collection over a few days, I couldn’t help being annoyed by the repetitive tricks Chandler used over and over: In every story, for example, the PI (John Carmady or John Dalmas—Marlowe came later) gets knocked cold from behind; in a couple of stories, he got drugged unconscius as well. I don’t remember Chandler being that repetitious in novels of the same length as the collection.
I think I’ve mentioned in the past that I don’t reread more than one book by a given author a month, or their particular stylistic touches or plot twists start leaping out at me. Ruth Plumly Thompson’s Oz books (she was L. Frank Baum’s official replacement on the series) are pleasant if read one at a time (though not match for Baum’s), but when I reread them all in a few days for The Wizard of Oz Catalog, her fondness for having characters stumble across some random magical item they can use to save the day got very, very annoying.
Even Ramsey Campbell, perhaps my favorite horror writer, had that effect when I last read a story collection: The persistent hint-but-don’t-show presentation of th supernatural menace works very well in each individual story but felt tedious by the time I’d finished.The funny thing is, I know I didn’t use to have this problem. I’ve read lots of anthologies, and lots of single author anthologies and it’s only the past few years that I’ve been distracted this way. Is it that my writer’s eye is becoming more alert to technique? Or that my reader’s eye has built up lots of experience?
Either way, I think when I next read a collection I’ll try spreading it out over a couple of weeks and see if that keeps things fresh.



