Sunday, March 25, 2018
Philip Kerr RIP
I plowed through them after I saw my buddy Mark reading the omnibus at a bar one night. That cover photo called out to me and what I found inside disturbed me. Terrified me actually. When I put them down all the yellow ribbon bumper stickers on SUVs in my daily commute and the Stars 'n Stripes flags - often more than one - flying from every front porch jumped out at me and I had a real "are we the baddies?" moment - one that landed with a bigger, more resounding thud than previous tepid knocks at conscience's door.
It's comforting to know that there are eight more Bernie titles I am free to explore as well as other titles I've not yet enjoyed. I got to meet Kerr a couple years back when he came to St. Louis and spoke to a small, nervous crowd on a tornado-ridden spring night in the midwest. My buddy Mark, who first introduced me to Kerr's work, went with me and we got our books signed and still talk about him and his work when we get together.
Let me know when somebody writes the 21st century American equivalent of these novels because fiction is the lens we often need to see things clearly.
So long, Philip Kerr, and thanks for all the books.