Saturday, July 08, 2006

Raymond doesn't love everyone

Everyone loves Raymond Chandler (don't they?).

But Chandler didn't love everyone. Take James M. Cain:
Everything he touches smells like a billygoat. He is every kind of writer I detest, a faux naïf, a Proust in greasy overalls, a dirty little boy with a piece of chalk and a board fence and nobody looking. Such people are the offal of literature, not because they write about dirty things, but because they do it in a dirty way.

What would Aaron Klopstein make of that put-down?

With all due (considerable) respect for Chandler, I stand by my high opinion of Cain.

(Via Petelit via The Publishing Spot.)

--Marshal Zeringue