When I went looking for a good hard-boiled detective novel, adrift in Spain and the Spanish language, longing for some raw American English to hold onto, I found Chandler’s High Window.
Here are some quotations of his, if you’re interested.
A lot of writers end badly; and according to the review, Chandler was no exception, though he did give us observations like these:
“Los Angeles was just a big dry sunny place with ugly homes and no style, but good-hearted and peaceful. It had the climate they yap about now. People used to sleep out on porches. Little groups who thought they were intellectual used to call it the Athens of America.”
Here is the link. It’s been a long time since they just reviewed the book and not the author.