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Raymond Chandler est un écrivain américain, auteur des romans policiers ayant pour héros le détective privé Philip Marlowe. Son influence sur la littérature policière moderne, et tout particulièrement le roman noir, est aujourd'hui incontestable. Son style, alliant étude psychologique, critique sociale et ironie, a été largement adopté par plusieurs écrivains du genre. Wikipedia  

✵ 23. juillet 1888 – 26. mars 1959  •  Autres noms Raymont Chandler, Ρέημοντ Τσάντλερ, ریموند چندلر
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Raymond Chandler: Citations en anglais

“In writing a novel, when in doubt, have two guys come through the door with guns.”

Raymond Chandler

Variante: When in doubt, have a man come through the door with a gun in his hand.

“I was neat, clean, shaved and sober and I didn't care who knew it.”

Raymond Chandler livre The Big Sleep

opening paragraph, chapter 1
The Big Sleep (1939)
Contexte: 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 little 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.

“I like smooth shiny girls, hardboiled and loaded with sin.”

Raymond Chandler livre Farewell, My Lovely

Source: Farewell, My Lovely

“I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again.”

Raymond Chandler livre The High Window

Source: The High Window (1942), chapter 36
Contexte: When I left, Merle was wearing a bungalow apron and rolling pie-crust. She came to the door wiping her hands on the apron and kissed me on the mouth and began to cry and ran back into the house, leaving the doorway empty until her mother came into the space with a broad homely smile on her face to watch me drive away.
I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again.

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