Friday, January 02, 2009

My hero and idol has died.

I have just learned that Donald Westlake has died.

He was the reason I became an author and his handshake and congratulations at the Edgar's banquet was the greatest award I have ever, or will ever receive.

The world is suddenly a lot less interesting place.

2 comments:

Debby (Deborah Turrell) Atkinson said...

With great sadness, I read about Donald Westlake's death in this morning's paper. Charles, he's one of my idols, too, though I never had the opportunity to meet him. What a thrill that must have been for you. He'll be sorely missed by millions.

Corey Wilde said...

It's devastating. I never had the pleassure of meeting the man, and now I won't even get to send him a fan letter. In my mind's eye, Dortmunder looks especially hangdog and has let the cereal in his bowl get soggy; Parker has gone out to kill somebody -- anybody. And conversation down at the OJ has dried up.

This is so not right.