Just finished Cold Service the new Robert B. Parker novel.
I loved his Godwulf Manuscript.
I even liked Early Autumn and Looking for Rachel Wallace
I stopped buying hardcover after The Widening Gyre.
I kept reading his books from the library... up till now.
Now I'm not giving him any more time. Not even on Friday is Fluff night.
Robert Parker ran out of new ideas about 40 books ago.
He's still describing how Susan eats, in exactly the same way, like he’s never noticed it before and worse, we haven’t either. She still doesn't cook and she's better faster stronger and smarter than any other woman alive on the planet.
Hawk is still incapable of love.
And Spenser still struggles with his code.
Bob, you're boring me.
And even though I'm a great believer in dialogue, exposition through dialogue with little else gets as tedious as anything in overabundance can.
Athletes get the snot kicked out of them when they play too long. Or their contracts don’t get renewed. Writers don't have the luxury of a good shellacking or a firing as long as Putnam is making scads of dough. Consider this a well needed kick in the ass.