Zitate von Raymond Chandler
Raymond Chandler
Geburtstag: 23. Juli 1888
Todesdatum: 26. März 1959
Andere Namen: ریموند چندلر, Ρέημοντ Τσάντλερ, Raymont Chandler
Raymond Thornton Chandler war ein US-amerikanischer Schriftsteller und gilt als einer der Pioniere der amerikanischen Hardboiled novels.
Raymond Chandler erfand für seine Kriminalromane die Figur des melancholischen und letztlich moralischen Privatdetektivs Philip Marlowe.
Neben seinen Kriminalromanen schrieb er eine Reihe von Kurzgeschichten und Drehbüchern. Er gehört neben Dashiell Hammett zu den großen Autoren der schwarzen Serie im amerikanischen Kriminalroman.
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US-amerikanischer Publizist und SchriftstellerZitate Raymond Chandler
„"Ich stopfte mir eine Pfeife, ließ die Schachfiguren aufmarschieren, inspizierte sie auf französische Rasur und lose Knöpfe und spielte ein Meisterschaftsturnier durch zwischen Gortschakow und Meninkin, zweiundsiebzig Züge bis zum Remis, ein Musterbeispiel für den Kampf der unwiderstehlichen Streitmacht gegen das unbewegliche Ziel, eine Schlacht ohne Waffen, ein Krieg ohne Blut, und die komplizierteste Vergeudung menschlicher Intelligenz, die sich außerhalb einer Werbeagentur nur finden läßt." (S.192) - Der lange Abschied. Übersetzung Hans Wollschläger. Diogenes Zürich 1996 S. 192, nach“
— Raymond Chandler
https://martin-ramsauer-verlag.jimdo.com/die-neunte-reihe/erlesenes/raymond-chandler/ martin-ramsauer-verlag.jimdo.com
"I set out the chess-board. I filled a pipe, paraded the chessmen and inspected them for French shaves and loose buttons, and played a championship tournament game between Gortchakoff and Meninkin, seventy-two moves to a draw, a price specimen of the irresistible force meeting the immovable object, a battle without armor, a war without blood, and as elaborate a waste of human intelligence as you could find anywhere outside an advertising agency." - The Long Goodbye (1953). PT174 books.google https://books.google.de/books?id=K2wD3ZjkzBIC&pg=PT174&dq=advertising
„Ich blickte den Revolver an, und der Revolver blickte mich an.“
— Raymond Chandler
Farewell, My Lovely
„Wir harten Jungs sind doch alle hoffnungslos sentimental.“
— Raymond Chandler
http://www.spiegel.de/spiegel/print/d-41147138.html 30.08.1976
"All us tough guys are hopeless sentimentalists at heart" - Brief an Roger Machell 7. Februar 1955 http://articles.latimes.com/2001/may/06/books/bk-59816/3l
„Ja, ich bin genau so wie die Gestalten in meinen Büchern. Ich bin ein ruppiger Bursche und bekannt dafür, daß ich ein Wiener Hörnchen mit den bloßen Händen zerbreche.“
— Raymond Chandler
http://www.spiegel.de/spiegel/print/d-41147138.html 30.08.1976
"Yes, I am exactly like the characters in my books. I am very tough and have been known to break a Vienna roll with my bare hands." - Brief an seinen Agenten Edgar Carter. 5. Februar 1951 http://theamericanreader.com/5-february-1951-raymond-chandler-to-edgar-carter/
„There are two kinds of truth: the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart.“
— Raymond Chandler
Context: There are two kinds of truth: the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is science, and the second is art. Neither is independent of the other or more important than the other. Without art, science would be as useless as a pair of high forceps in the hands of a plumber. Without science, art would become a crude mess of folklore and emotional quackery. The truth of art keeps science from becoming inhuman, and the truth of science keeps art from becoming ridiculous.
"Great Thought" (19 February 1938), published in The Notebooks of Raymond Chandler (1976)
„To say goodbye is to die a little.“
— Raymond Chandler, buch The Long Goodbye
„The modern film tries too hard to be real. Its techniques of illusion are so perfect that it requires no contribution from the audience but a mouthful of popcorn.“
— Raymond Chandler
Context: When you read a story, you accept its implausibilities and extravagances, because they are no more fantastic than the conventions of the medium itself. But when you look at real people, moving against a real background, and hear them speaking real words, your imagination is anaesthetized. You accept what you see and hear, but you do not complement it from the resources of your own imagination. The motion picture is like a picture of a lady in a half-piece bathing suit. If she wore a few more clothes, you might be intrigued. If she wore no clothes at all, you might be shocked. But the way it is, you are occupied with noticing that her knees are too bony and that her toenails are too large. The modern film tries too hard to be real. Its techniques of illusion are so perfect that it requires no contribution from the audience but a mouthful of popcorn.
"About the screenplay for Strangers on a Train" (notes, 1950), first published in Raymond Chandler Speaking (1962), section "Chandler on the Film World and Television", p. 134
„What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me, I was part of the nastiness now.“
— Raymond Chandler, buch The Big Sleep
The Big Sleep (1939), Context: What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me, I was part of the nastiness now. Far more a part of it than Rusty Regan was. But the old man didn't have to be. He could lie quiet in his canopied bed, with his bloodless hands folded on the sheet, waiting. His heart was a brief, uncertain murmur. His thoughts were as gray as ashes. And in a little while he too, like Rusty Regan, would be sleeping the big sleep.
Chapter 32, Phillip Marlowe
„I stood there and thought that if I lived in the house, I would sooner or later have to climb up there and help him. He didn't seem to be really trying.“
— Raymond Chandler, buch The Big Sleep
The Big Sleep (1939), Context: The main hallway of the Sternwood place was two stories high. Over the entrance doors, which would have let in a troop of Indian elephants, there was a broad stained-glass panel showing a knight in dark armor rescuing a lady who was tied to a tree and didn't have any clothes on but some very long and convenient hair. The knight had pushed the vizor of his helmet back to be sociable, and he was fiddling with the knots on the ropes that tied the lady to the tree and not getting anywhere. I stood there and thought that if I lived in the house, I would sooner or later have to climb up there and help him. He didn't seem to be really trying.
Chapter 1
