I was told in elementary school that I only could read at half the speed for success in college. Oh well, one benefit of slow reading is you get to live with the characters a longer period of time. I read in a vain attempt to better understand people. At my other homes, I'm known as a spouse, pop, guy in the choir, physical chemist, computer/web dilettante and child-care provider. In theory, I'm a published author, if you consider stuff like Quenching Cross Sections for Electronic Energy Transfer Reactions Between Metastable Argon Atoms and Noble Gases and Small Molecules to count as publications. I've strewn dozens of such fascinating things to the winds.
This is a collection of eight stories by the master of hard-boiled fiction, Raymond Chandler: two short novellas, five novelettes and a short story proper. If you like that genre even a bit, this is a can't miss collection. It's full of tough guys and floozies and the consumption of unimaginable amounts of whiskey. There's always a body or two that shows up full of lead, or in one of the stories, "Nevada gas", which seems to be a euphemism for hydrogen cyanide, the stuff of gas-chamber executions.