Robert B. Parker
Robert B. Parker
Robert Brown Parkerwas an American crime writer. His most famous works were the 40 novels written about the private detective Spenser. ABC television network developed the television series Spenser: For Hire based on the character in the mid-1980s; a series of TV movies based on the character were also produced. His works incorporate encyclopedic knowledge of the Boston metropolitan area. The Spenser novels have been cited by critics and bestselling authors such as Robert Crais, Harlan Coben and Dennis Lehane...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth17 September 1932
CountryUnited States of America
I got thrown out of school several weeks in my senior year being caught in the girls' dorm. This was 1954, friends. The girls' dorm was off limits. Even to girls, I think.
College had little effect on me. I'd have been the same writer if I'd gone to MIT, except I'd have flunked out sooner.
Very few of my books are about who stole the Maltese Falcon
Teaching is too strong a word for whatever it was I did at Northeastern University
Both our opinions are rooted in our experience," I said. "Both of them are true, it's just that we've had different experiences.
I took my .38 out and looked to see that there were bullets in all the proper places. I knew there would be, but it did no harm to be careful. And I'd seen Clint Eastwood do it once in the movies.
I had achieved the most important things in my life when I married Joan and had the sons. Given the choice between Joan and the boys, and being a writer, I world give up being a writer without a blink.
Yeah. Floyd is his batman.
I have reached the point where I know that as long as I sit down to write, the ideas will come. What they will be, I don't know.
This is not a screenplay. I don't do twenty drafts. I'm not going to show this to you until it's published or accepted for publication. You can make whatever suggestions you want, but I probably will ignore them entirely.
Being a professor and working are not the same thing. The academic community is composed largely of nitwits. If I may generalize. People who don't know very much about what matters very much, who view life through literature rather than the other way around.
Joan organizes our social life, and on weekends I follow her around.
This was 1954, friends. The girls' dorm was off limits. Even to girls, I think.
Well, you give me too much credit for foresight and planning. I haven't got a clue what the hell I'm doing.