"I never had a forty-five," I said. "A guy who needs that much gun ought to use a pick." (pg. 41)
After devouring all seven of the Philip Marlowe novels, I deliberately held off on reading more of Raymond Chandler's work for several years. The next on my list was Trouble is My Business, and I procrastinated because I anticipated it to be a bit of a letdown: a compilation of shorter Marlowe stories that were originally published in pulp magazines, including some material that Chandler later revised and incorporated into his novels. In truth, I should have known better, for in the world of Philip Marlowe, filled with jaded cops and feisty dames, it has always been about the essence that rises from the depths of Bay City. Chandler has always had the knack of making the most ordinary or seemingly unremarkable elements sound as enchanting as the scraping of a violin.
At first, I believed that the pleasure I was deriving from the book stemmed from the pleasant surprise of reconnecting with an old acquaintance and getting along so swimmingly that you wonder why you ever drifted apart in the first place. Sinking back into Chandler's prose rhythms was an absolute delight, with Marlowe's sharp, witty, and lyrical handling of his investigations on full display here. This is quintessential Marlowe from beginning to end. However, the opening story, the eponymous 'Trouble is My Business', also had that convoluted and somewhat sketchy plot that is a hallmark of Chandler's writing, and I thought perhaps my enjoyment was simply a case of the "absence makes the heart grow fonder" phenomenon.
Nevertheless, each of the four stories in Trouble is My Business is superior to the previous one, with the final story, 'Red Wind', being a minor masterpiece. I'm reluctant to label it as Chandler's best work, as any of The Lady in the Lake, The Little Sister, and Farewell, My Lovely might then burst into my room brandishing a gun, but it is undeniably excellent. And we are treated to a generous helping of classic Chandler, as exemplified by the following (which is by no means the only instance):
"The door swung shut. I started to rush it – from long practice in doing the wrong thing. In this case it didn't matter. The car outside let out a roar and when I got onto the sidewalk it was flicking a red smear of tail-light around the nearby corner. I got its license number the way I got my first million." (pg. 214)
Sometimes, it can be challenging to follow the twists and turns in a Chandler story, but the final three stories in this book all profit from their concise and well-structured lengths. It is some of Chandler's most lucid plotting. We never lose sight of the objective, and when combined with Chandler's keen eye for character, drama, and especially dialogue, the result is truly formidable. Far from being a collection of rejects or a cash-grabbing hodgepodge of fictional odds and ends, Trouble is My Business should be regarded as an indispensable part of the Philip Marlowe canon, and one that shines as brightly as any of its other outstanding works.