| What to do, what to do. There's always the debate about which author picture to use. In Parker's case, he's got a new portrait almost every book. Do you use the metaphysical equivalent of his First Holy Communion picture or a contemporary shot of him showing that none of us are immune to Chronos [except Dick Clark]? |
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Perhaps a compromise is best; besides, this one shows a dog
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| First Parker created Spenser, and lo, he saw that he was
good. Then He decided He needed a Third-Person Sensitive New Age Guy, and Parker began
Jesse Stone, and he was OK. Then Parker met Helen Hunt – oh, baby, was she ever good. Thus Parker created Sunny Randall. And, He saw that she was fair. Our man Robert has three series going simultaneously. Probably a first in detective fiction since 1950.
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| Spenser | Spenser, the man with no first name. He's an ex-boxer turned PI. He hangs
in Boston, but's been known to do his hawkshawing in other locals. He's a Korean War vet and has aged throughout the novels. Does he flash his tin now, or his AARP card?
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| Jesse Stone | Jesse Stone's a former LA cop. He's a recovering alcoholic – what
modern PI isn't? – who can't seem to leave his ex-wife alone even though she'd not
good for him, no good I tells yah. Now he's the chief of the cop shop in an upscale Boston 'burb.
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| Sunny Randall | Think of Helen Hunt as a Boston PI and you've got the look of Sunny Randall. Drop in equal scoops of psychiatry and womenlyness and shake until a man solves her case. |
