Only to Sleep

Praise

*New York Times Book Review, Editor’s Choice*
*New York Post‘s Must-Read Books of the Week*

‘Osborne, an accomplished writer of fiction and nonfiction, has been asked to imagine a new case for Philip Marlowe and—have a smell from the barrel, all you gunsels and able grables—it crackles.’ — New York Times Book Review

‘Only to Sleep admirably sidesteps the pitfalls of Chandler-esque pastiche… in its place, a Marlowe we at once know, but have never met before. As much a meditation on aging and memory as it is a crime thriller.’ — LA Times

‘Brilliant… Osborne and Chandler are a perfect match.’ — William Boyd, author of Any Human Heart and Solo: A James Bond Novel

‘Only to Sleep is a story about age and regret and murder. About the American Dream. About The Mexican Dream. It’s the kind of book where, when you read it, it turns the world to black and white for a half-hour afterward. It leaves you with the taste of rum and blood in your mouth. It hangs with you like a scar.’ — NPR

‘Whether you want a believably resurrected Chandler book or simply a good novel, this is for you.’  — Washington Times

‘Osborne succeeds brilliantly… [he] captures the dreamlike quality of the original Marlowe novels.’  — Washington Post

‘Absorbing…semi-exotic, lushly described… a fine way to leave an old fictional friend, taking at last a well-earned rest in the sun after having given readers decades of pleasure.’  — Wall Street Journal

‘Osborne is the third writer to have resurrected Raymond Chandler’s Philip Marlowe, and his effort may be the best of the lot.’  — Booklist

‘A fresh perspective on one of the classic hard-boiled detective.’ — Library Journal

‘A joy… If you like noir, pour yourself something cool and enjoy one final dark night of the soul.’ — Joseph Knox, author of Sirens 

‘Lawrence Osborne is one of the most interesting authors at writing today. He has taken a Chandlerian plot, filtered it through the mind of an autumnal Philip Marlowe, and given us a story that haunts in its details, its corners, its shadows and in its ghosts.‘ — The Nervous Breakdown