From the back of the book
Sam Spade is hired by the beautiful Miss Wonderley to track down her sister. When his partner, Miles Arhcer, is shot while on the trail, Spade finds himself both hunter and hunted as he tracks down a jewel-encrusted treasure people are willing to kill for.
How do you possibly review a book which has had so much praised lathered on it over so long? I could just reiterate how good it is, how real and well written the characters are, how enjoyable the plot is, and how it conforms to my ideal 'package' of a novel - binding the elements that make a five star read. But I wont. Instead I'll simply say THE MALTESE FALCON (pub,1929) is one of those rare timeless tales that reads as relevant today as it did some eighty-plus years ago when it was first published. Sam Spade is sinister; the multi-faceted shade of grey that is the very foundation of noir, while Miss Wonderley is mysterious, devious, and dangerous - basically in replica of the novel itself. The only way to do this book justice is to read it again and again and again - and that I will.