Quite a good book. It deals with Hollywood types and the drifters and grifters who orbit them, sputnik sweethearts, so to speak. An interesting side light for me was that the "little sister" who came out to Hollywood and involved Philip Marlowe in the ensuing mess was from Manhattan, Kansas. I lived in Manhattan for two years. Never met a prissy, overly prim type while I was there, but perhaps I wasn't paying attention. Or perhaps they'd all left between the time Chandler was relating and the time I was there, writing my "best selling" (i.e. most cited) paper.