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Stop Making Sense
I read anything that's nailed down, or even just moving slowly. Cereal boxes, candy wrappers, all genres, etc., and I don't always have much time for arbitrary distinctions like literary fiction vs. genre fiction.
The Big Sleep
I actually read Farewell, My Lovely (his second book) first, so I was a bit rearranged in Marlowe's timeline. But it doesn't really matter--Chandler hits it out of the park again.This time, Marlowe is assisting a millionaire invalid whose two daughters just can't seem to stay out of trouble. We have the shady dames, nogoodniks, twisty plots, and completely gorgeous language that are the Chandler hallmarks.
I would have loved to see Southern California in the 1930s and 1940s--with Chandler, I feel like I have. Read this one, too, people.