I've been telling all my friends that The Winged Child, is my last novel, that when I turn eighty this spring, I'll retire from fiction and become a poet. When I look around, though, I see all these old tale-spinners still plugging away at it.

James Lee Burke, at eighty-four, gives us one more Dave Robicheaux saga in A Private Cathedral, and manages to expand his horizons doing it. John le Carré unloads Agent Running in the Field at eighty-eight years.

Maybe it's time I got digging after a new book. I might be too young yet to rhyme.


Henry's books.



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  2. Sorry, I deleted my comment due to sloppy grammar! Here it is again:
    I used to read all of James Lee Burke's books, but haven't read the last several. I'm looking forward now to the latest. I read Agent Running in the Field just a few weeks ago and found it to be among John le Carré 's very best. Rave on, Henry, I want to read the published versions of Winged Child and Among the Fallen!


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