![]() Maybe then he would have stopped himself from becoming so smug about Spenser's success, so cavalier about serving up limp plots for his new novels. Maybe then Parker, just like Flitcraft in The Maltese Falcon, would have had an epiphany about the randomness of life. And, besides, Parker was wearing a big white T-shirt that read: "I Love Spenser."Īs the years have passed and the Spenser series has grown weaker, I've sometimes wondered if literature would have been better served if my friend, instead of skidding away from Parker, had just tapped him, oh so gently, with the car's fender. He looked just like his book jacket photos. ![]() At the time, my friend was still an avid Spenser fan, so he realized that the man he'd almost flattened was Robert B. My friend cursed and hit the brakes, but the man kept strolling across the street, smiling to himself, as though he hadn't seen or heard anything. He'd just approached an intersection where the light was green, and he was about to chug on through, when, suddenly, a burly man stepped in front of the car. Eight years ago, a friend of mine was driving his car through downtown Boston. ![]() Parker doesn't know - about a brush he once had with mortality. THIS IS a true story - one that even Robert B. ![]()
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