Brian Wallace popped me another tidbit from the historic archives of Noir & Mean Streeting, from which I deduced he must have watched the recent Oscars ceremonies:
“Wonderful what Hollywood will do to a nobody. It will make a radiant glamour queen out of a drab little wench who ought to be ironing a truck driver’s shirts, a he-man hero with shining eyes and brilliant smile reeking of sexual charm out of some overgrown kid who was meant to go to work with a lunch-box. Out of a Texas car hop with the literacy of a character in a comic strip it will make an international courtesan, married six times to six millionaires and so blasé and decadent at the end of it that her idea of a thrill is to seduce a furniture-mover in a sweaty undershirt.”
So opined Raymond Chandler in the 1949 Philip Marlowe novel The Little Sister.
No one could lay out the snide like Chandler.
