This doesn't work nearly so well as the other two Nicholson books I just finished. Between the shallow, stereotyped so-called Los Angeles and the unexamined misogyny (not to mention the lack of anything resembling characterization) it didn't give me much to connect to. Also, I read The Big Sleep just two days ago, and this is a shameful example of the genre, having finally read the original.You may be wondering what the second star is for... well, so am I. Even the concept was carelessly handled, and there were some Clare-worthy similes, and so I can't excuse the writing. Guess I'm just feeling generous... it's just a silly little story, and short, so if you like the style and can get it cheap (like I did), pick it up.