I like Chandler but I don't love Chandler. Chandler is rightfully most compared to Hammett, but unlike Hammett who has deep things to say, Chandler is all style. I don't think that Chandler is anything more than magnificently written pulp detective fiction, although there is no doubt that it is that. With both Fleming and Hammett I feel that there is more going on fundamentally and there is a stealth word view and ethics at play. With Chandler there is no such thing, but the craftsmanship is certainly there. The dialogue snaps and crackles, although Marlowe wise-cracks a little too much and in the end he is a lot less ambiguous a hero than he appears.
The only other Chandler that I have read is the Big Sleep, and I would say that this is better than that, although they are fundamentally very similar. Chandler is a master stylist, but perhaps in the end just that. Still, it was entertaining and enjoyable.