[May-jun 2010] The High Window, Raymond Chandler [1942, 192p]. Totalmente recomendable. Para lectura y para relectura. Chandler es uno de los grandes maestros de la lengua inglesa. Me atrevo a animar a cualquiera con ganas de profundizar en este idioma a que lo haga, aunque sólo sea para meterse un rato en la piel de Philip Marlowe. Habrá argumentos más imaginativos, pero la descripción de personas, de ambientes y lugares de su época y la finura de su humor y su ironía son difícilmente igualables. Parece claro que las complicaciones de la vida no matan al genio.

“The Belfont Building was eight storeys of nothing in particular that had got itself pinched off between a large green and chromium cut-rate suit emporium and a three-storey and basement garage that made a noise like lion cages at feeding time…
… There were two open-grille elevators but only one seemed to be running and that not busy. An old man sat inside it slack-jawed and watery-eyed on a piece of folded burlap on top of a wooden stool. He looked as if he had been sitting there since the Civil War and had come out of that badly.”