Robert B. Parker died yesterday. He wrote the Spenser books and I feel like I've lost a member of the family. Mom loved the Spenser books, Kathy likes them and I'm not sure about anyone else but it was one of those things that we all had in common as kind of a secret treat. A new Spenser book!
There was a Spenser TV show for a while and it wasn't too bad--Robert Urich was the lead (dead also--sensing a pattern here). Parker had another character Jesse Stone and that also made for some decent TV watching with Tom Selleck in the lead (easy on the eyes).
The Spenser stories take place in Boston and nearby so I always felt like I knew the area well. His prose was succinct with just a hint of humor at life's inconsistencies. I never gave his books away--and I"m really glad for that now because maybe I will re-read them.
I thought I had an autographed copy from once when I heard him speak so I went down to see if I could find it. As I went through them, I realized that over the years, the books have gone from pleasingly thin to satisyfyingly fat. Must be his prose isn't as succinct as I remember it. Or Spenser's life stories got more complicated.
Alot like life in general. Once again, going from thin to not-so-much; from short and simple to complicated. But I miss him already especially because it was something I shared with Mom.
Good luck to Timmy--we are thinking about him. Happy 30th Kevin! Cheers to Spenser, Susan and Hawk.