Today also marks the day we learned that Robert Parker died. We toasted him, too. And read the first three pages from "Bad Business," which are vintage and sublimely sardonic and highly toastable. Jeez, I'll miss him.
The goal of this class, in addition to reading Poe and Chandler and Cain and MacDonald and Grafton and Connelly and Child and more, is to write the first 25 pages of a crime novel. You can't turn around these days without reading that "The Book" is dead. But here is visual proof that good people still exist who not only only want to read 'em but write 'em.
And, yeah, well, get college credit for it, too.