And then one morning I awoke in a different mood. I felt ready to begin the book I had imagined writing years earlier. The excitement I had originally felt at the thought of writing about Raymond Chandler and his wife seemed as fresh as if the idea had just occurred to me. I was not looking to create a fictional relationship, and yet I did want to be free to imagine their lives. I wanted to know them so intimately that it would amount to a kind of haunting.