Say the name “Dashiell Hammett,” and certain images rush into the mind’s eye: the hard-boiled eyebrows of a falcon-chasing detective, the hard jaw lines of ruthless crooks, and perhaps the reality of well-dressed mystery writers pumping out fresh prose in San Francisco as they slowly perish of tuberculosis. For those well-versed in opportunities for the posthumous stalking of literary celebrities, the Dashiell... More >>>