The Thin Man

by Dashiell Hammett

Love Hammett, but had never read this story, and don’t recall if I ever saw the movie. (I did see the sequel, which was wonderful.) I didn’t realize this, but The Thin Man was Hammett’s last novel, but I don’t know if that’s why I didn’t quite find it as accessible as, say, The Maltese Falcon or not. I felt like it was too steeped in the moment, even for me, who loves the era. But I found myself lost occasionally by things the author assumed I would know.

That said, Hammett is a delight, as always, and the mystery is full of proto-noir-ish goodness. He does such a good job of getting you to see the characters’ views of the mystery, it’s easy to get suckered in to their confusions, too. As such, the conclusion makes sense and at the same time comes as a bit of a surprise, too.

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