I have just recently finished the 39th (and the
last) “Spenser” novel completed by Robert B. Parker before his death in 2010
and I’m sorry to report that Susan Silverman, Spenser’s “main squeeze,” is
still alive and well and annoying as ever.
Over the next 20+ novels, the Susan chapters became more
annoying and cloying and you begin to wonder what the hell Spenser sees in this high-maintenance woman. For someone supposedly so smart, she does stupid things. For
someone who claims to be so in touch with Spenser’s psyche, she’s constantly
badgering him to “look at himself.” Soon, their conversations became nothing
more than parodies of their earlier conversations. So, I just started skipped
the Susan chapters.
All this leads to the last Spenser novel (but maybe not, the
Parker estate has announced Ace Atkins will writer more Spenser novels …
uuGGG!. Ask Margaret Mitchell how well that has worked out.) which gives me
mixed emotions. In one way I am relieved that I will never have to read another
Spenser/Susan scene, but I am also sad that I will never again get those great
scenes between Spenser and Hawk. Like this scene when black Hawk and white Spenser discuss the name of black client they are going to see. To them, his name sounds suspiciously made up.
HAWK: "Name don't sound like no brother."
SPENSER: "Maybe he changed his name."
HAWK: "What do you think his real name is?"
SPENSER: "Old Black Joe?"
HAWK: "Mostly they ain't naming us that no more."
Robert B. Parker |
The Spenser novels are filled with small little scenes like that. Great wry banter between the characters. As anyone who writes fiction can tell. Anyone can create a plot, but creating characters through dialogue is the mark of a master. And Parker was a master. It is his enduring legacy as a mystery writer.
So, rest in peace, Mr. Parker, you gave us about 15 great
Spenser novels, and the rest of them … well, they have Susan Silverman in them
waaay too much to be recommended.