I’ve been a fan of Raymond Chandler since I first picked up one of his books. (The Big Sleep was my first.)
The Little Sister was a fun read. It was zany and confusing, like everything else from Chandler that I’ve read. The protagonist, Philip Marlowe, is still Marlowe, so there’s wise-crackin’, pipe-smokin’, and hooch-drinkin’ aplenty. The mystery unravels with excitement and amusement. All these elements taken as a whole are pretty much what I want from these stories.
That said, this book certainly was not among my favorites. In fact, I think it’s my least favorite of all Chandler’s books (of course, that I’ve read). Part of the problem may be in the splotchy, hit-and-miss way that I read it. So, maybe it’s better than it seemed to me. Three stars is probably a lower score than is deserved, but there it is.