I don’t usually go in for tributes in this blog, but I didn’t want to let the death of Tony Hillerman go unmentioned. He died back in October and I’ve been meaning to say something since then. Having just finished up his second-to-last book, Skeleton Man, now is a good time.
Not that I have much to say other than that I will miss him. His books are such great comfort reads because they are predictable enough that I can read them with very low stress, yet interesting enough (culture, history, geography, archeology, anthropology of the indigenous people of the American Southwest) that they keep me thoroughly entertained. Oh well. He had a long productive life and for that I can be thankful. I still have a few more of his most recent books to read but now I want to save them, since I know there won’t be any more.
This one was typical fare; a mysterious death, some missing diamonds, Joe Leaphorn and Jim Chee working together to figure out what happened. This one featured more of Chee’s girlfriend Bernie, whom I like a lot, so that was fun.
(Book 48, 2008)