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Classic Literature.
Fiction.
Mystery.
HTML:A coolly glittering gem of detective fiction that has haunted three generations of readers, from one of the greatest mystery writers of all time. A treasure worth killing for. Sam Spade, a slightly shopworn private eye with his own solitary code of ethics. A perfumed grafter named Joel Cairo, a fat man name Gutman, and Brigid O'Shaughnessy, a beautiful and treacherous woman whose loyalties shift at the drop of a dime. These are the ingredients of Dashiel Hammett's iconic, influential, and beloved The Maltese Falcon..… (more)
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"Don't be too sure I'm as crooked as I'm supposed to be. That kind of reputation might be good business. " The Maltese Falcon by Dashiel Hammett
Sam Spade is what most of the private detectives I worked with would like to have been and in their cockier moments thought they approached. Dashiell Hammett
I listened to a full cast reading of the book. Very good and it was only 3 hours & 15 minutes long.
[I]t would not surprise us one whit if Mr. Hammett should turn out to be the Great American Mystery Writer. . . . In short, "The Maltese Falcon" is the best one, outside the . . . polite classes, in Lord knows when.
added by NinieB | editNew York Herald Tribune, Will Cuppy(Feb 23, 1930)
If the locution "hard-boiled" had not already been coined it would be necessary to coin it now to describe the characters . . . .
added by NinieB | editNew York Times(Feb 23, 1930)
Samuel Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth.
Quotations
The boy spoke two words, the first a short guttural verb, the second 'you'. "People lose teeth talking like that." Spade's voice was still amiable though his face had become wooden. "If you want to hang around you'll be polite." The boy repeated his two words.
Spade by means of his grip on the Levantine's lapels turned him slowly and pushed him back until he was standing close in front of the chair he had lately occupied. A puzzled look replaced the look of pain in the lead-colored face. Then Spade smiled. The smile was gentle, even dreamy. His right shoulder raised a few inches. His bent right arm was driven up by the shoulder's lift. Fist, wrist, forearm, crooked elbow, and upper arm seemed all one rigid piece, with only the limber shoulder giving them motion. The fist struck Cairo's face...
"I don't know where that damned bird is. You don't. She does. How in hell are we going to get it if I don't play along with her?" Cairo hesitated, said dubiously: "You have always, I must say, a smooth explanation ready." Spade scowled. "What do you want me to do? Learn to stutter?"
‘Who killed Thursby?’
Spade said: ‘I don’t know.’
Bryan rubbed his black eyeglass-ribbon between thumb and fingers and said knowingly: ‘Perhaps you don’t, but you certainly could make an excellent guess.’
‘Maybe, but I wouldn’t.’
The District Attorney raised his eyebrows.
‘I wouldn’t,’ Spade repeated. He was serene. ‘My guess might be excellent or it might be crummy, but Mrs Spade didn’t raise any children dippy enough to make guesses in front of a District Attorney, an Assistant District Attorney, and a stenographer.’
‘Why shouldn’t you, if you’ve nothing to conceal?’
‘Everybody,’ Spade responded mildly, ‘has something to conceal.’
‘And you have – ?’
‘My guesses, for one thing.'
Last words
"Yes," he said, and shivered. "Well, send her in."
Classic Literature.
Fiction.
Mystery.
HTML:A coolly glittering gem of detective fiction that has haunted three generations of readers, from one of the greatest mystery writers of all time. A treasure worth killing for. Sam Spade, a slightly shopworn private eye with his own solitary code of ethics. A perfumed grafter named Joel Cairo, a fat man name Gutman, and Brigid O'Shaughnessy, a beautiful and treacherous woman whose loyalties shift at the drop of a dime. These are the ingredients of Dashiel Hammett's iconic, influential, and beloved The Maltese Falcon..
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Yes, I'm guilty, but I'll get free with female wiles. Whoops, need a Plan B.
Sam Spade is what most of the private detectives I worked with would like to have been and in their cockier moments thought they approached. Dashiell Hammett
I listened to a full cast reading of the book. Very good and it was only 3 hours & 15 minutes long.