We used to have hardcover copies of Tony Hillerman’s mysteries from Talking Gods on. We liked them enought to buy them as they came out even though we couldn’t really afford them. All have long since disappeared into the great Bardo of Borrowed Books.
So to illustrate this post, my commemoration of the death, yesterday, of one of the best (if not the best) mystery writers of the last twenty-five years, all I could find was this dusty set of four cassettes; recordings of Hillerman himself reading two of his novels: Skinwalkers and Talking Gods.
It’s a real treasure. Usually the reading aloud of an audio book is best left to a professional actor — a Scott Brick or George Guidall — but this one is an exception. I can’t improve on the back-of-the-box blurb from Library Journal:
“Tony Hillerman reads his own… mystery in a homespun let’s-sit-down-and-have-a-beer-together voice.”
Yup. Just so.
Well, I have lots of dogsbody work to do today, so I’ll dig out the old Walkman and let Navajo policeguys Joe Leaphorn and Jim Chee keep me company.
Tony Hillerman, RIP