The
Thin Man
Dashiell
Hammett
A
classic that i have read of frequently, but never actually read; in
fact, i don’t remember ever having seen a copy
before, though perhaps i have. At any rate, when i saw it i knew i
was going to read it, and probably enjoy it. Fortunately, i did.
All i really knew about the book was that there is a twist, that it
somehow involved the title character, but very little more than that.
I was delighted, as i read, to try and work out what was going to
happen; eventually i was able to predict the main kink, the surprise
in the plot, but i didn’t follow that thought on and work out who
it pointed the finger at as a murderer. I don’t think i’d make a
very good detective ~ maybe that’s why i enjoy reading about them,
to wonder and marvel at their abilities. I rather want to read more
Hammett, now, and see if i enjoy them, also. I have a feeling i read
The Maltese Falcon
years ago, but nothing more than that feeling, no memory of enjoyment
or otherwise. I expect i shall, if i come across them in the library
or on a market stall.
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