I am currently sitting in the UCLA Special Collections Reading Room. In front of me I have a letter dated May 3rd 1949 between Chandler and his friend James Sandoe. In it Chandler admits to running out of steam and that he finds he is less creative than he once was. This confirm a theory of mine that I have held for a long time and it astonishes me that I have missed this letter in the past.
I will have to double check, but I don’t think that this piece of correspondence has been published in the past and I find that surprising. If it hasn’t, it just goes to show that past biographies of Chandler have ignored the man’s development and declines as a writer. But what is a literary biography with out this element?
More soon. Writing this in hasty excitement. Will have to double check with published collections at home.