Chandler doesn't hold anything back here. Half again as convoluted as The Big Sleep, Philip Marlowe navigates his way through a Los Angeles where everyone, just everyone, is almost uniformly awful, including himself. Chandler unloads on Los Angeles and anything else he doesn't like, including alcoholic authors who hate the crap they write.
The Puppet Masters, by Robert A. Heinlein
Alien slugs take people over, threatening the American way of life. But surely these slimy pinko collectivists can be defeated by rugged individualism and a laissez-faire attitude toward biological warfare? Surely the boy will get the girl? Spoilers: yes on both counts.