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“If you can show me twenty books written approximately twenty years back that have as much guts and life now, I’ll eat them between slices of Edmund Wilson’s head.” – Raymond Chandler
Dashiell Hammett’s classic crime thriller and its hard-boiled hero Sam Spade influenced everyone from Chandler to Le Carré.
The Maltese Falcon set the standard by which all subsequent detective fiction would be judged. Set in San Francisco in the late 1920s, the novel introduces us to private detective Sam Spade, who characterizes the archetype of the hard-boiled detective in his dead-pan pursuit of the recovery of a black figurine. Having worked for a time for the Pinkerton Detective Agency in San Francisco, Hammett reportedly drew upon his years as a detective in creating Spade and many of the other characters for The Maltese Falcon.
The Maltese Falcon was originally serialized in HL Mencken’s “pulp” magazine, Black Mask, beginning with the September 1929 issue. For publication of the book form, editor Blanche Knopf tried to tone down the overt sexuality of the magazine version, fearing the references would alienate readers, but Hammett prevailed. However, the 1941 film adaptation starring Humphrey Bogart and Mary Astor (the best known of the novel’s many film versions) excised the homosexual subtext of the novel due to Production Code restraints. Today, the movie is considered a film noir classic and the novel is ranked 56th on Modern Library’s “100 Best” English-language novels of the 20th century as well as 54th on The Guardian’s list of the 100 best novels.
“Dashiell Hammett . . . is a master of the detective novel, yes, but also one hell of a writer.” – The Boston Globe
“The Maltese Falcon is not only probably the best detective story we have ever read, it is an exceedingly well written novel.” – The Times Literary Supplement (London)
“Hammett’s prose [is] clean and entirely unique. His characters [are] as sharply and economically defined as any in American fiction.” – The New York Times
“He was spare, frugal, hard-boiled ... he did over and over again what only the best writers can ever do at all. He wrote scenes that seemed never to have been written before.” — Raymond Chandler
"After reading The Maltese Falcon, I went mooning about in a daze of love such as I had not known for any character in literature since I encountered Sir Launcelot" —Dorothy Parker
"The Maltese Falcon is an intensely physical novel, and not solely, or even chiefly, because of its sexuality ... The Maltese Falcon's physicality lies rather in the intensity of the characters' struggles with their emotions, and the vividness with which Hammett brings their personalities to the page through their bodies.—Sara Paretsky, The Guardian
226 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 1, 1930

















“I haven't lived a good life. I've been bad, worse than you could know.”The Maltese Falcon is that rare novel that is the foundation of an entire genre: the hard-boiled detective story. I saw the movie years ago, and probably wouldn’t have picked up the book if I wasn’t trying to get through the Pop Chart 100 books list. But I’m glad I did.
“You know, that's good, because if you actually were as innocent as you pretend to be, we'd never get anywhere”
…
“You always have, I must say, a smooth explanation ready."
“What do you want me to do? Learn to stutter?”

* "Her eyes were brown and playful in a shiny boyish face."
* "His eyes...were angry."
* "Her eyes, of blue that was almost violet, did not lose their troubled look." (so she felt troubled?)
* "He left her standing in the centre of the floor looking after him with dazed blue eyes."
* "Spade's yellow-green eyes were sombre. His face was wooden, with a trace of sullenness around the mouth."
* "Dundy [looked] at Spade with green eyes hard and bright and satisfied..."
* "His eyes were sultry."
* "Her eyes were inquisitive."
* "[Gutman's] eyes, made small by fat puffs around them, were dark and sleek."
* "The fat man's eyes were dark gleams in ambush behind pink puffs of flesh."
* "His eyes were dark holes in an oily pink face."
"Her face became smooth and untroubled except for the faintest of dubious glints in her eyes." (This is interesting, because she is untroubled, but he is skeptical, hence we get two perspectives from the one pair of eyes.)
"He looked rather pleasantly like a blonde satan."

"She was a blonde woman of a few more years than thirty. Her facial prettiness was perhaps five years past its best moment. Her body for all its sturdiness was finely modelled and exquisite."
"She was tall and pliantly slender, without angularity anywhere. Her body was erect and high-breasted, her legs long, her hands and feet narrow...The hair curling from under her blue hat was darkly red, her full lips more brightly red. White teeth glistened in the crescent her timid smile made."
"Oh, I'm so tired..., so tired of it all, of myself, of lying and thinking up lies, and of not knowing what is a lie and what is the truth..."
"I haven't lived a good life...I've been bad - worse than you could know - but I'm not all bad...You can see that, can't you? Then can't you trust me a little? Oh I'm so alone and afraid, and I've got nobody to help me if you won't help me."
"His second wife didn't look like the first, but they were more alike than they were different. You know, the kind of women that play fair games of golf and bridge and like new salad recipes...I don't think he even knew he had settled back naturally into the same groove he had jumped out of in Tacoma...He adjusted himself to beams falling, and then no more of them fell, and he adjusted himself to them not falling."

"All we've got is the fact that maybe you love me and maybe I love you...All of me...wants to say to hell with the consequences and do it."
“I couldn't be fonder of you if you were my own son. But, well, if you lose a son, its possible to get another. There's only one Maltese Falcon.”