Robert Brown Parker
Born September 17, 1932 – died January 18, 2010.
Below you'll see a coffee cup with a picture of Robert B. Parker and our daughter, Chaney.
We met him in Houston at Murder By The Book when he was promoting Perchance to Dream.
Our daughter, age 9 at the time, scooted next to him and put her arm on his shoulder. He smiled and leaned close to her; I snapped their picture. I wish I'd plied him with questions about plotting and characterization, but I can't remember saying much of anything. I do remember his smile--as if it were yesterday. I remember being impressed by his kind expression, and that sweet, sweet smile. His warmth toward his fans was genuine. I liked him. I really liked him.
We were Robert B. Parker fans/readers long before we met him. We like nice guys and good writers.
And look--he loved us too. He signed the book to our daughter: Chaney, with love . . .
He's an author who will be missed.
My favorite ROBERT B. PARKER QUOTES because I think they show his heart:
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 would give up being a writer without a blink. ~Robert B. Parker
For David Parker and Daniel Parker, with the respect and admiration of their father, who grew up with them.
~Robert B. Parker
Joan organizes our social life, and on weekends I follow her around. ~Robert B. Parker
Well, you give me too much credit for foresight and planning. I haven't got a clue what the hell I'm doing. ~Robert B. Parker