THE MALTESE FALCON (1930) set the standard by which the private eye genre is judged. Sam Spade is hired by the fragrant Miss Wonderley to track down her sister, who has eloped with a louse called Floyd Thursby. But Miss Wonderley is in fact the beautiful and treacherous Brigid O'Shaughnessy, and when Spade's partner Miles Archer is shot while on Thursby's trail, Spade finds himself both hunter and hunted: can he track down the jewel-encrusted bird, a treasure worth killing for, before the Fat Man finds him?
The Maltese Falcon is the original book but in the 21st century catipaulted to notice by the frequent screening the the film of same name on Turner Classic Movies (only channel with NO ads). It is... more
The Maltese Falcon is the original book but in the 21st century catipaulted to notice by the frequent screening the the film of same name on Turner Classic Movies (only channel with NO ads). It is the story of the stuff that dreams are made of. Classic film noir, the book is equally if not more noirish. The prose is fast-paced, riveting, and typical of the hard boil detective genre--of it but surpassing it. Suffice to say that if I listed even 1/4 of the bon mots of the book (or the film which tightly follows the plot & dialog of the filmic book), I would exhaust the patience of you, my GG pals, who kindly read these remarks. BTW, it's the Maltese Falcon that, as Bogart says in the film and Sam Spade in the novel, proclaims is the stuff that dreams are made of. (think statuette encrusted with precious metals and jewels, enameled over with a layer of a black protective skin.)