Robert B Parker, RIP
Yesterday, in a throw-away line, I wrote that I was reading the last Robert B Parker book I'd ever read . Well, I just finished it, and I'm sad. I took a long long time to read the last 30 pages or so, which, if you've ever read any of his books you will know takes some doing. He's not big on description; he'll let you know where he is, but that's about it. In the car (it used to be a Mustang, and it took center stage in some of the stories, but the 'stang was trashed and now his car is just his car) or in his office with Pearl's couch or at police headquarters or Spenser or Susan's apartment, or drinking in the bar at the Ritz or meeting a nefarious character on the Common, but aside from the windows and what can be seen through them, we really have no idea what the spaces look like. He's just there, and he's Spenser, and I love him. Yes, I do. If he showed up at the front door I'd send TBG out the back door. The Little Cuter call...