Midway through filming, Hawks and the cast realized that they did not know whether the chauffeur Owen Taylor had killed himself or was murdered. A cable was sent to Chandler, who told his friend Jamie Hamilton in a March 21, 1949 letter: “They sent me a wire … asking me, and dammit I didn’t know either”.
I read the book some years ago. It was pretty good, minus the sexism and homophobia. I liked the way the emotional expression was very understated. IIRC the book was not a love story.
The book was put together from three separate pulp stories and so is the movie.
In the movie the first story is terrific, the second story is so-so, and the third story should have every frame scratched out. Once you start thinking about the movie as three shorts pasted together, then everything makes sense. Except why Bogart does anything he does in the third story.
Yeah–in the late nineties I read a whole bunch of Raymond Chandler. He was a genius with similes, and cracked me up on every page, and was kind of a nasty bigot. I want to reread him someday, but need to gird my loins.
Marlowe shooting Canino six times in the tummy is my favorite scene in the film.
Here is the Wikipedia article on the novel, which pretty well covers things.
The Robert Mitchum remake, which by coincidence I saw earlier this week, is more faithful to the book, but transferred to then-modern-day England - which makes all characters look like fish-out-of-water, all these rich miserable Americans, all of them living in England for some unspecified reason when they could be living in LA.
Carmen likely killed the chauffeur for rejecting her advances, as she did with Vivian’s husband and she attempted to do to Marlowe after he kicked her out of his apartment. It’s why Marlowe tells Vivian she’ll have to be institutionalized at the end of the story.
I read somewhere (may have even been here) that The Big Sleep is almost a prototype for the future James Bond movies. He’s a tough guy, works alone, is always two steps ahead of everyone else in knowing what’s going on, has a quip for every situation, and every woman he meets throws herself at him.