
Review: The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett
I don't know why it has taken me so long to get around to reading The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett. It's a title I've known for as long as I can remember and the physical book has actually been sitting on my shelf for years, but it's not a book that screams for attention or begs and pleads to be read. It sits there and stares at you, it couldn't care less if you read it or not. It's good, it doesn't need you to validate it, or publicize it, it doesn't care about you. But once you pick it up, it hooks you, with it's grittiness and meanness and attitude. It's the bad guy you always end up falling for, who's going to break your heart or get you killed.
The Maltese Falcon is a classic of crime fiction for several reasons. Sam Spade is the hard-boiled, detective, a blonde satan with a chip on his shoulder. He's detached and determined to achieve justice,...