I was a 15 year old boy living in rural southern Indiana and an avid fan of hard-boiled PI novels. Particularly Chandler; The Long Goodbye is one of those seminal works
that changed my life. The possibilities of mystery/crime fiction seemed endless. Chandler sparked a logical progression. Through him, I discovered Ross Macdonald and,
somehow, found their presumptive heir, Parker. Novels like Mortal Stakes, Promised Land, Looking For Rachel Wallace and Early Autumn clearly show how Parker
steered Chandler’s tarnished knight into new, uncharted waters. His contribution is real and will last.
I left him behind in 1991. The Spenser novels started to seem rote and uninspired. Suspense had been replaced by a virtual situation comedy between Spenser and
Susan interspersed with obligatory Hawk scenes attempting to lend “credibility” to the action. Poodle Springs was the last Parker novel I enjoyed without reservation.
I had been writing Parker letters during that period and exchanged a brief, rewarding correspondence with him. Unfortunately, our exchange came to an end after
I obviously offended him by calling Jeremiah Healy an imitator in one particular letter. He wrote back a somewhat scathing reply defending writers who initially begin
their careers imitating writers they admire. I hadn’t meant to anger him with my remarks. I wrote back and apologized for pissing him off, but I never heard back
from him again.
Maybe his letter helped turn me away from him. I honestly feel like it was due to happen anyway and that my observations about his writing were valid. But who
knows? Regardless, I felt no anger then, only disappointment. Today, what I feel what I look back on him is that he helped shaped my love for fiction and
writing at an important time for me and that what he gave to a form I love is important as hell. He gave me a lot of good advice before he told me to go to
hell. I thank him for taking time out to write a very young kid in the middle of the great Midwestern nowhere, even if in the end he told me to get lost.