As I hope you have already heard, the last story ever written by Raymond Chandler has been discovered in the archives and is a seering indictment of the US healthcare system – from a 1958, the year before he died.
This was a far cry from his detective series involving the ever-knowing Philip Marlowe. This tale covered what happens to a hobo who needs medical help and the doctors at the hospital don’t want to treat him because they won’t get paid.
Why do I mention this event? Twofold.
First, I think Chandler is great so any writing by him is worthy of note. Second, I am interested in any pulp writer who went beyond the narrative itself and tries to say something more than the sum total of the actions of his characters.