When a young girl comes to ace detective Sam Spade for help,
he has no idea what he’s about to get himself into. The girl, giving the name
of Miss Wonderly, asks Sam and his partner, Miles Archer, to trail a man named
Floyd Thursby, who has run off with Miss Wonderly’s younger sister. The money
is good and so Spade and Archer take the case. Later that night, a phone call
wakes Sam up. Miles Archer is dead—he’s been shot. The police, meanwhile, seem
to consider Sam their number one suspect, and Sam refuses to give to give the
police more information than is absolutely necessary. He admits Miles was on a
case, for instance, but he refuses to name the client. But since there’s no
evidence against Sam, the police reluctantly let him walk free.
Before long, Sam is embroiled in a complex mystery. Finding
out that his client is really named Brigid O’Shaughnessy, that she never had a
sister, and that several people are in town, hunting for a mysterious black
bird. And they are willing to kill each other over it. It’s the plot of
Dashiell Hammett’s The Maltese Falcon,
one of the all-time greatest classics in detective fiction and one of the books
that gave rise to the hardboiled detective story.
This was my second time reading The Maltese Falcon
, and I have always had nothing but admiration
for it. This is one of those books where it doesn’t matter whether you know whodunit
or not. You can enjoy this book purely for the writing, which is just
brilliant. It’s difficult to describe great writing—what is it that sets it
apart from the decent writing or just plain ol’ “good” writing? The best I can
do is to shrug my shoulders and just say that the book contains this extra
spark, a sort of energy that conveys itself through the writing. And you won’t
find this spark in many other places. Every single word flows from the previous
to the next smoothly—it’s all brilliantly crafted.
Which is good, because odds are you will solve the mystery.
It’s almost laughably obvious. But so many books, movies, etc. have copied the
ending of this book that maybe I’m
being harsh. Maybe Hammett was really onto something brilliantly unexpected
back in the day. But with all the film
noir and hardboiled detective stories that have been inspired by this book
(directly or indirectly) we have seen this twist many times before. But like I
said, this is a rare book where it does not matter if you solve the mystery or not, or
whether you find it obvious. And obvious solution or not, the ending that the solution gives rise to is
It’s odd how fascinating these characters are, because although
you see their actions, you never really get to hear their intimate thoughts.
This works to the book’s advantage. Sam Spade is a private eye whose moral code
is far less clear than, say, Phillip Marlowe’s. Spade seems willing to corrupt
himself if the reward is high enough! Before his partner Miles Archer is
killed, Spade is having an affair with Archer’s wife. Spade will cheerfully
knock your block off if you give him reason to. When he shares a scene with the
police, practically every sentence seems to convey a second layer of hidden,
altogether menacing meaning. All this is, for lack of a better word,
All this is achieved without sacrificing the book’s
readability. It is a story straight out of the pulps— I could almost hear selections
from the score of Raiders of the Lost Ark
when a character named Gutman recounts the history of the titular Maltese
falcon. It sent shivers of excitement down my spine, and each plot development
is a fascinating one that sends you spinning in a completely different
direction. This is a helluva read.
That’s a key mistake people make about The Maltese Falcon
. People assume, often on the strength of Chandler’s
The Simple Art of Murder
Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler rebelled against the unrealistic stuff
written by English women and wrote gritty stories where the order of the day
was realism. This is nonsense. The
is no more realistic a story than the most preposterous Agatha
Christie. It is first and foremost a rollicking good story. It is simply told
in a completely different style from the typical puzzle-plot mystery. The
streets are mean, but they are littered with colourful characters nonetheless. And
all this is written with the hand of an absolute master.
Basically, what I’m trying to say is this: if you’ve never
read The Maltese Falcon, you’re
really missing out. This is a classic for a very good reason. It’s well worth
acquainting yourself with it.
Patrick, you avoided one big question. Which of the two film versions do you prefer?ReplyDelete
But there are *three* film versions!ReplyDelete
When I read this story for the first time, I both liked and resented it. It was a good story, plain and simple, but I was unable to spot the hard-hitting realism that was supposed to be the books biggest selling point. The stuff happening in this novel may be a bit more grittier than your average whodunit, but letting a bunch of colorful gangsters loose in a city to hunt for a lost treasure is not exactly slapping the reader in the face with the facts of life.ReplyDelete
Anyway, good review!
I'd have to rewatch the films! I don't like to say on the basis of memory alone, and anyhow, this was a book review, so I feel justified in sidestepping the question.
I tend to agree. As I said, despite any claims of the authors (most famously Chandler's essay), this is no more realistic than the most preposterous Agatha Christie. But it's still a really, really good story.
Really glad you're still enjoying your walk on the hardboiled side of the street - and yes, of course, this follows the traditions of the treasure hunt/whodunit style that was just as likely to be used by Margery Allingham as by Hammet around that time. If you had to pick a way of marking the difference in tone then it would be, for me, by pointing to the 'Flitcaft' anecdote, which seems very out of place in a traditional GAD novel perhaps but which fits in perfectly in a story like this where there is an emphasis on the arbitrariness and contrariness of life, so far away from the tightly coiled jigsaws of the classic puzzle,ReplyDelete