It was Raymond Chandler‘s 120th birthday yesterday and the LATimes asked some influential mystery folks what gift they’d offer him.
I, too, have some presents for the father of Philip Marlowe – because he’s worth it.
First, the complete works of one of his favorite authors. Should bring back fond memories of fruitful, if passionate, arguments.
Second, a dedicated photo of Alfred Hitchcock as a souvenir of their friendly, mutually-respecting collaboration on Strangers on a Train.
Third and final – I’m rather short of money and you shouldn’t offer a dead centenarian too many gifts, that might spoil him – my own copy of The Simple Art of Murder, complete with my uncensored annotations.
Happy birthday, Raymond.
P.S.: This article is, of course, satirical and not to be taken seriously. Never would I give away my copy of TSAM – not for free.
And my annotations are quite polite, except for a tiny handful occupying roughly the three quarters of the volume. Otherwise it’s pretty G-rated stuff.