The first chapter – as four men meet in an airport cafe and discuss a man and a plane, both lost – confirmed to me why I’d always prefer vintage literature to contemporary literature. The romance of a world- still unknown and uncharted – has disappeared, leaving behind sordid tales of dysfunctional families, demon-ridden detectives, serial killers, and neurotic females. Give me a vintage mystery anytime.
First Line: Cigars had burned low, and we were beginning to sample the disillusionment that usually afflicts old school friends who meet again as men and find themselves with less in common than they used to think.
First Published: 1933
Source: CL [823 H54L]