This is the third of Chandler’s novels featuring hardboiled detective Philip Marlowe, and the first that I hadn’t previously read as a kid. As a result I was coming to this book with an almost entirely fresh perspective. Nor was I disappointed.
I originally read the Sandman comics when they first came out in the late eighties and I’ve never stopped loving them. Over the years I’ve owned and lost the entire series several times over, so when I managed to get my hands on the collected graphic novels for the umpteenth time I decided to start rereading them from the beginning.