I have been in shock since Robert B Parker passed away.
Especially as he was the same age as my own father is today.
When I think of key moments in my life; the only thing I remember on a particularly boring beach holiday was reading 'Looking for Rachel Wallace' and
'The Judas Goat' back-to-back - sipping beers one long afternoon / evening.
The only memorable thing about that holiday was those two books, and memory of being in the embrace of Parker's narrative skill. Much maligned by some, but appreciated by many.
There can be few better memories.
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