R.I.P., Donald Westlake

He died Wednesday night, and already I miss the books I'll never get to read. I never met him, but I loved his Parker novels, which he wrote under the pseudonym, Richard Stark; I laughed at his comedic books; I marveled at the efficiency and ruthless logic of The Ax; and to this day I don't think any novel has ever better captured the twisted insides of a failing writer than his Adios Scheherezade.

I'm particularly sad that I'll never read another Parker book, but if you haven't yet discovered them, you still can. I suggest consuming them in the order in which he wrote them. Enjoy.