Day Eighty-Six
The Maltese Falcon Dashiel Hammet Page: 227
I’m really tired tonight and not looking forward to my early morning tomorrow. Our faithful employee, who works Monday through Friday mornings for us, needed to take Spring Break off to finish her volunteer hours for her Social Work degree. I miss her. So much. If you’re reading this Brandi, please know how much I miss you. Anyway, because she is taking her well deserved time off, Quinn and I are taking turns opening Veritas and getting up with the boys. Tomorrow is my turn to get up at 5:45 and head into Veritas while Quinn gets to take her chances with the boys and maybe get to sleep in until 8 or so. It’s hard enough to get through the day when it starts at 7 but 5:45 is brutal.
I found Hammet’s book mildly enjoyable and since he is supposedly one of the greatest in his genre, I think it’s safe to say that the detective novel is not for me. I enjoyed Raymond Chandler’s books but more for the cultural implications than their characteristic mystery structure. I liked the humorously over the top hard-boiled atmosphere of Chandler’s novels but Hammet is more restrained and so because I don’t care for mystery novels, less enjoyable. I’m not claiming that mysteries aren’t worth reading but I am sure that they don’t appeal to me.