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While spending a week recuperating from an illness, I recently (re-)read the complete works of America’s all-time greatest detective novelist, Dashiell Hammett.
Sounds impressive; but I only had to read five novels.
Conclusion: If Dashiell Hammett were alive today, he would be an outspoken 9/11 truth movement supporter. And he would be vilified, boycotted, and blacklisted. His books would be out of print, and his name would be taboo in the mainstream media. He would never be on any of the talk shows – except, of course, on Press TV.
The overriding theme of Hammett’s oeuvre is identical with that of the truth movement: Power, in the almost unimaginably corrupt US of A, operates very differently, and far more ruthlessly and mendaciously, than the sanitized depictions of events presented by the mainstream media to the unsuspecting public would lead the naive observer to believe.
Hammett’s disillusionment with the corrupt ways of power in America led him to become a Communist – a mistake, but an understandable one. He was vilified, boycotted, and blacklisted for his pains. Worse, he was sent to prison, where his already tenuous health was destroyed. He died of TB a few years after his release.
In four out of five of his novels, the hero is a private detective – an odd choice for a communist writer. The hero of the other novel, The Glass Key, is a private political operative and gambler – a sort of vastly more honest and humane version of Karl Rove. (Yes, I know that isn’t saying much.)
Hammett’s detective heroes – the Continental Op, Sam Spade, and Nick and Nora Charles – confront a long and bloody series of crimes, most of them false-flags, committed by the wealthy and powerful in service to maintaining and increasing their wealth and power. Inevitably, patsies are framed; the police and the mainstream media are hoodwinked; yet miraculously, thanks to the insights of the unusually perceptive hero – the only one smart enough to always doubt the official story (indeed, anybody’s story) – the truth, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, finally emerges.
Sound familiar? Well, yes, sort of – all but that last part…………..