Philip Marlowe is Funny as Hell

I just finished reading Raymond Chandler's Farewell, My Lovely featuring the iconic detective Marlowe. The book reads as a first person narrative from the perspective of the Private Eye and with much cracking of wise, hilarity ensues.

ie: Chapter 29 pg 191

It was a gray morning with high fog, not yet warm but likely to be. I heaved up off the bed and rubbed the pit of my stomach where it was sore from vomiting. My left foot felt fine. It didn’t have an ache in it. So I had to kick the corner of the bed with it.

Lolz

and also:

Chapter 8 pg 48

...The door opened silently, and I was looking at a tall blond man in a white flannel suit with a violet satin scarf around his neck.
There was a cornflower in the lapel of his white coat and his pale eyes looked faded out by comparison. The violet scarf was loose enough to show that he wore no tie and that he had a thick, soft brown neck, like the neck of a strong woman. His features were a little on the heavy side, but handsome, he had an inch more of height than I had, which made him six feet one. His blond hair was arranged, by art or nature, in three precise blond ledges which reminded me of steps, so that I didn't like them. I wouldn't have liked them anyway. Apart from all this he had the general appearance of a lad who would wear a white flannel suit with a violet scarf around his neck and a cornflower in his lapel.

OMG ROFLCOPTER

In all seriousness though, Marlowe has such a fast wit and easy going nature, it was impossible for me NOT to like him. Even if the book is rife with sexism, racism, classism, chauvinism and all sorts of other delightful byproducts of the nineteen thirties and forties. ( Some of that stuff is kind of endearing. Like how he always drinks before he drives and sometimes while he drives. ) In general the whole thing made me want to read another one of Chandler's Marlowe stories. That or watch Who Framed Roger Rabbit The Maltese Falcon.