Robert B. Parker, a memoriam
May 21st, 2011 by Frank
I’m not sure where the perception came from or when it started, but I have the unshakeable sense that I grew up believing that every book I’d read was written by someone who had already passed on. The classics solidified this, I’m sure, and by the time I hit 6th grade, Tolkien and Twain put the final nail in their own respective coffins.
It surprised people to learn that I didn’t start reading books on my own until I went to college. Between 6th grade and college, all I read were comics, which, while entertaining, do tend to train your brain to absorb information in a pretty specific way. But between the efforts of Professor Gilzinger and Professor O’Connor, I discovered my true love of the written word. One gave me science fiction. The other, Robert B. Parker.
For those who haven’t yet had the pleasure, Parker is responsible for the Spenser series of detective novels (upon which the show Spenser for Hire was based). O’Connor had suggested I read him for his skill at dialogue. It wasn’t required reading. It wasn’t part of the curriculum. But he made the suggestion and I took him up on it and I’ve been grateful ever since.
A couple of months ago, I was sitting in the waiting room someplace and sifting through their copies of People magazine when I saw that Robert B. Parker had died.
That’s when it hit me; that realization that he’d been alive all that time. Of course, if I had thought about it, it wouldn’t have surprised me at all. I had read dozens of Parker’s novels and checked the new releases for the latest Spenser book whenever I went to the bookstore. But my brain never made that connection. It was commonplace for me to go to the bookstore and get a new book by a long-dead author. It didn’t matter so long as the book as new to me.
But seeing the news there hit me quite a bit harder than I’d imagined. Spenser was a role model for me in those formative years. He taught me a lot about autonomy, about self-reliance, about being who you were and never apologizing for not being anything else. As time passed, I’d had the occasion to recommend those books to others. I’d like to think they liked them.
My old friend Don and I would talk about these characters as if we knew them. And, if we’re being honest here, there was a span of time where it felt like Parker was going through the motions. He’s published the first Spenser novel back in 1971. How long could he keep it fresh? So I tried the Sunny Randall novels on Don’s say-so, and I felt it was all derivative of Parker’s earlier, and quite frankly better, work. They left me cold and I stopped reading after the fifth or sixth book. I have yet to try to the Jessie Stone novels.
This afternoon, I finished reading Rough Weather, a Spenser novel I picked up from Barnes & Noble’s discount section a few days ago. I have to say… it hurt to turn that last page. I’d absolutely devoured the book. Parker was back in fine form and these characters, these people I’d known for more than 20 years, were so alive and vibrant that I had to keep reminding myself that they died with their author. They just didn’t know it yet.
Tonight, as I sat down to right this, I checked Parker’s site and discovered that there are two more Spenser novels I haven’t yet read. One of them will represent the last Spenser novel he ever wrote, and the last one I’ll ever read. Even typing that hurts me.
I didn’t know Parker personally, but he made a measurable impact on my life over the past 2o+ years and it saddens me to come face to face with the feeling that something very important to me is coming to an end. But more, I’m a little upset that I took the man’s continuing presence for granted. I bought too much into the adage that people only really get famous after they die. In today’s disposable world, I don’t see Spenser staying relevant for very long. He was very much a product of his age, much like the man who created him.
About the finest compliment I’ve ever received as an author came from a fan who described my work as “the love child of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Robert B. Parker.” If there’s any truth to that at all, and you’ve enjoyed any of my work, I urge you to go read an early Spenser novel (perhaps The Judas Goat or Ceremony, or maybe Early Autumn or Looking for Rachel Wallace) and get started on an amazing journey. In the end, you may thank me for it, and I can think of no finer way to say thank you to Parker than to pass his work along to others.
May you rest in peace, sir. You shall be missed.




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