These are wonderful letters – passionate, furious, funny, trenchant, informed and intelligent. Whether addressing the famous or the unknown, Chandler gave of his best on a range of subjects that included politics, religion, Hollywood, literature, sex, alcohol, food and himself.
Sincere emotion is rarely absent. J B Priestley ‘likes my books, says he smiling politely in order to get the subject out of the way and forget it, then he wishes I would write something without murders in it. Now isn’t that a typical attitude? You slam murder mysteries à la Edmund Wilson, because they are usually written, you say, by people who can’t write well. And the moment you find someone who you are willing to admit can write well, you tell him he should not be writing murder mysteries.’