This is so unlike Chandler and the image of the lonely, haunted PI that I’m still reeling whenever I think of it. Our hero is wealthy, happily married to a woman easily his equal in terms of drinks and wisecracks and lives life in a wild social whirl of parties and lunches, to which the murder mystery is an unwelcome intrusion. But people keep coming up and telling him all about it so he has to solve it between one drink and the next just to make them go away and let him get on with living the high life. I think the Continental Op stories might be of a different tone, but this was fantastic and a bit of a revelation.