Raymond Chandler


- Still Inspirational Seventy Years On

Since the publication of Being Tommy Boronovski last May, my time and mental energy has been absorbed by multiple non-writing projects like finding a new home.

Although I have two open manuscripts -- a sequel to Being Tommy Boronovski, and a speculative piece set in 2060 -- I found that after such a long break I was struggling to find inspiration and focus, moving from one to the other and making scant progress.
One afternoon while sipping tea and staring out at the early February snow, a line from Stephen King's 'On Writing' came to me. "In order to write, you must read." It occurred to me that my reading had dropped off to a fraction of what it used to be, and so I read. Michael Connelly's Bosch series, Jo Nesbo's Harry Hole, and most significantly Raymond Chandler.

Considered to be a founder of the hard-boiled school of detective fiction, along with Dashiell Hammett and James M. Cain, Chandler is recognised as being a master of dialogue and simile, and this is borne out by opening any of his books. The Little Sister (1949) is a great example of his style, and if you're new to Chandler, it's a good place to start. Seventy years on it's still a fresh and absorbing read, and in my opinion head and shoulders above almost anything being published now.

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And so it's with sharpened focus, and renewed inspiration and enthusiasm that I sit back at the desk and sink deep into another world.
Stay tuned for updates, and news about future publications.

Until then, happy reading.

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Author: A.J.

I have written as far back as I can recall. Until 2011, that writing was just for me, or as rambling letters to friends and travelogues to the family. I never thought about why, or if others did similarly, and the thought of publishing never entered my head. Since I left England in 1979, I have been collecting experiences, people, and places. From the blood-soaked streets of Kampala, the polluted dust bowls of the Sahara, or the pristine ice floes of the Antarctic, I have gathered and filed them away. Some have recently squeezed through the bars of insecurity and are now at large in the pages of my first three novels. Others await their future fates.

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