In Raymond Chandler’s cynical noir novels, Santa Monica, in the thirties and early forties, was Bay City, a corrupt, crime-ridden town, with water taxis from the Pier to gambling ships anchored in the Bay, and too much new money sloshing around, and far too much brutal sunshine. He knew. He lived in Santa Monica at the time. Chandler’s world-weary detective Philip Marlowe – in "Farewell My Lovely" – set here – said that in a big city like Los Angeles...
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