Thursday, January 1, 2009

Donald Westlake is dead.

Depressing news. He was 75, so one can't say it was unexpected, but depressing nevertheless. Westlake had it. He really had it. He could tell a story so effortlessly that it made you think novel writing has to be a cinch. Wrong. He was just that good. The always on the ball Sarah Weinman has a roundup of links. His next book, Get Real, a Dortmunder novel, is due in April. I'm going to go have a drink.

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