I’ve had this one hidden away almost all year, waiting to ease under the Xmas tree. . . .
Or:
Would you believe I was so daunted when I saw it that I froze solid? Dropped as if I had been pole-axed?
Stunned, I was stunned.
The usual Hammett on Jeopardy! bits are short, fast. This thing was like the War and Peace of Hammett on Jeopardy!
In past coverage I’ve mentioned how Hammett is perfect for the show. He’s got books. Movies. Famous characters. Personal history with Lillian Hellman, and Joe McCarthy. Two World Wars. San Francisco. New York. Hollywood.
But here for the first time — S40 E100 for January 26, 2024 — they offered up an entire Dashiell Hammett Category in Double Jeopardy!
The first clew selected was for $1200. Immediately, it didn’t look good for Hammett ever getting another full set.
“This LA-based hard-boiled novelist said Hammett’s work took ‘murder out of the Venetian vase & dropped it into the alley.'”
First answer: “Who is Mickey Spillane?” Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Second contestant beeps in — but doesn’t have a guess.
Third contestant doesn’t even beep.
Chandler! Raymond Chandler! Easy as hell! Jeez, if none of them knew Chandler, could they know anything about Hammett?
Second clew selected. $400. “Hammett is famous for his 1930 novel about this coveted title object that was made by Turkish slaves in the castle of St. Angelo.”
Answer: “What is The Maltese Falcon?” Hey-hey.
Third clew selected. $1600. “Many of Hammett’s stories take place in this inner-city San Francisco neighborhood that shares its name with a cut of beef.”
Answer: “”What is the Tenderloin?” (Jeez, you get that one, but you don’t get Chandler???)
Fourth clew. $2000. A picture, and “Hammett’s long time love, this playwright of The Little Foxes was happy to hear she was the inspiration for Nora Charles.”
Answer: “Who is Hellman?”
Fifth and final clew. $800. “In 1953 Hammett went before a committee chaired by this man & was asked about his association with the Communist Party.”
Answer: “Who is McCarthy?”
From a halting start to a freight train, those Hammett clews barked like a roscoe unloading into a crowd of yeggs.
Nice.