I have to come up with something a little more intensive, but we lost a great one today.
A great novelist and a reinterpreter of the form of crime fiction, Don Westlake.
His shadow self, Richard Stark, influences everything I do. Without Stark, and his creation Parker, I don't know where I'd be.
So, think about Parker driving some dark highway, not speaking to the studious man in the passenger seat, the man with the plan, the man who always had the plan. The two men don't speak because it's all been said. There is only the doing now.
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