What an incredible list of great writers. I’ve read too many and know now that I’ll never get around to most others. I find myself going back to the greatest who introduced me to true writing in the first place.
And the one secret they all share is the courage to write with their true voice, breaking rules all the way. Look at the way Hemingway writes simple action or how Leonard creates tone with crazy dialogue, so many imitators but none can find the magic.
Anyway, I’m rereading a lot of stuff at the moment and one of my favourites is a French writer called Antoine De Saint Exupery. Now, stay with me here. A lot of French writing can be insular but Saint Exupery was one of the first commercial pilots of the 1920’s and was shot down and killed by the Nazi’s. And he wrote beautifully. And he had no luck with dames. None at all. (who am i trying to imitate?)
One of his books, Southern Mail was made into a movie by Howard Hawks called Only Angels Have Wings. The movie is a classic and is as close to the book as his adaptation of Hemingway’s To Have And Have Not! Not very, but who cares when you can make movies like Hawks.
The tone and theme of most of my favourite writers like Chandler and Hemingway and Elmore is that life kicks you in the gut and just when you’re finding your feet, kicks you again for good measure. But while you’re down there, staring at your reflection in the gutter, if you can find some beauty, just for a moment, then you might be ok. Saint Exupery, for me, shares their view and their talent to express it better than I ever will. Start, if you like, with The Wind, The Sea And the Stars. If you like that book then you have a pal in Ireland.