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Philip Marlowe

Created by Raymond Chandler
(1888-1959)

“If I wasn’t hard, I wouldn’t be alive.
If I couldn’t ever be gentle, I wouldn’t deserve to be alive.”
Playback

“Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.”
— The Big Sleep

“It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark blue clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn’t care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed private detective ought to be. I was calling on four million dollars.”
— the opening to The Big Sleep

Dick Powell. The screen’s best Marlowe.

What more can I say about PHILIP MARLOWE?

Daly’s Three Gun Terryk may have been the first, Race Williams may have introduced the P.I. to the world and Hammett’s The Continental Op and Sam Spade may have staked out the ambiguous moral code that would fuel the genre for years, but it was Raymond Chandler’s creation that would define for all time who, what, where and why a private eye is.

Traces of Marlowe run from Paul Pine to Jim Rockford to Ms. Tree to Lew Archer to Spenser. It’s all here: the loneliness and infinite sadness to the quick, sarcastic cynical jibes and wisecracks that mask a battered and bruised romantic, the love/hate relationship with the cops, the corruption that exists in all levels of society. Even the office bottle, and the dingy office. It’s all here. Philip Marlowe, for better or worse, is the archetypical private eye. By the time he wrote his famous essay, The Simple Art of Murder” in 1944, and certainly by the time he wrote Playback (1958), even Chandler realized it.

Philip Marlowe was born in Santa Rosa, California, in “that time out of time that allowed him to be 33 in 1933, 42 in 1953, and 43 1/2 in 1958”, according to Bill Henkin. He runs a single-man operation out of the Cahuenga Building in Los Angeles. Tall, and big enough to take care of himself, he likes liquor, women, reading, chess and working alone, and is educated enough that he boasts he can speak English “if he’s required to.” He used to work for the district attorney, but was fired for insubordination, thus starting another trope that still hasn’t run out of steam. How many ex-cops are there out there that seem to have become private eyes?

Chandler first worked out the character of Marlowe in several short stories in Black Mask, featuring a variety of private eyes under different names. Among these pre-heroes were John Dalmas, Carmady, Ted Carmady and Mallory.

Marlowe has been adapted for film, television, radio, comics and various forms of audio by all kinds of writers, sometimes quite successfully, particularly in film and radio, and sometimes rather disappointingly (television).

As the centennial of his birth approached, there was renewed interest in Chandler and a demand for new product, so Marlowe started to appear in new novels and short stories written by other writers, also with mixed results. In 1987, Uruguayan writer, playwright Hiber Conteris wrote an original Marlowe novel, Ten Percent of Life, where Marlowe returns to hunt the killer of Chandler’s literary agent. Unique, to say the least. The following year, Knopf published Raymond Chandler’s Philip Marlowe-A Centennial Celebration, a collection of Marlowe short stories by most of the top names in detective fiction at the time. Stories ranged from merely good to astounding, as various contemporary writers brought their own strengths to bear on ol’ Phil.

The glaring, inexplicable exemption from the list of author’s was Robert B. Parker, then the most successful by far of private detective fiction writers, whose Spenser was at times so closely modelled on Marlowe as to be a parody. The reason was soon forthcoming, however—Parker had been at work completing Chandler’s abandoned Marlowe novel, Poodle Springs, wherein Marlowe and Linda get married (Chandler had often mentioned how difficult he had found it to write about Marlowe in a relationship). Given Spenser’s relationship with Susan, the choice of Parker seemed not only right, but natural. The response to the book was decidedly mixed, however. Purists and other writer’s in the genre screamed. Parker’s own success with Spenser (including a truly mediocre, pretentious television show), and his perceived smugness probably contributed to the negative reaction. There was a lot of talk about audacity, and “how dare he?” But the truth is that many of these same fedora fetishists would have screamed just as loudly had Chandler himself completed it.

Still, someone besides me must have liked it. It was soon announced that Parker would write a second Marlowe novel, an all-original one that acted as a sequel to The Big Sleep. When Perchance to Dream appearred in 1991, the grunts of protest rose to howls of anguish from certain quarters. It’s interesting to note all of this was directed at Parker and none at two dozen or so other writers in A Centennial Celebration from 1988, who had attempted exactly the same thing Parker had, albeit in short story form.

And then radio silence. Or at least until 2014, when the Chandler estate unleashed The Black-Eyed Blonde by Benjamin Black upon us. Black tried to channel Chandler, but the book mooed  like a cash cow. Far better and far more imaginative was Only to Sleep (2018) by Lawrence Osborne, who actually turned in arguably the best non-Chandler Marlowe ever, positing him as a cranky but entirely credible ex-pat living in Mexico, retired but still not ready to go into that good night. Unfortunately, it was followed by the dreadful The Goodbye Coast (2022) by Joe Ide, who reimagined a Marlowe for the 21st century and a generation that’s apparently never heard of Chandler or Marlowe—and doesn’t care. I’m not sure who the protagonist is in this one is, but it sure ain’t Marlowe. The most recent assault on the citadel (notice the space between books is getting shorter and shorter?) is The Second Murderer (2023) by Denise Mina, who surprised and impressed with both her research and her soul-deep take on Marlowe, which felt positively—dare I say it?–Chandleresque.

THE EVIDENCE

UNDER OATH

NOVELS

MARLOWE BY OTHER AUTHORS

SHORT STORIES

Most of Chandler’s short stories featured earlier prototypes for Marlowe, who went by such monickers as Mallory, Ted Carmady, or John Dalmas , when they had any name at all. When they were later collected in volumes and reprinted, the names were mostly changed to Marlowe, however. So, here’s what are generally available as Marlowe short stories these days, although only the last, “Marlowe Takes on the Syndicate” (aka “Wrong Pidgeon” or “The Pencil”), was actually written as a Marlowe story..

COLLECTIONS & OMNIBUS EDITIONS

MORE MARLOWE

FURTHER INVESTIGATION

Respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith. Thanks to Oscar Grillo for the tip.

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