Oh Scudder, Scudder, Scudder. Other than learning that you do not, in fact, vote, my literary crush on you knows no bounds. With one-liners like
Somebody put money in the jukebox, and Lesley Gore said it was her party and she would cry if she wanted to.
You don’t want people driving cars at you. It’s unhealthy.
I, in fact, find you downright irresistible.
Since some pretty kick-ass reviewers have tackled this the second-written
of Block's Matthew Scudder stories (see Trudi
, and Dan's
reviews for starters), I decided that I could best contribute to the Scudder fandom by attempting to create a visual for the character described as (and, yes, the Watergate reference made me fall a little harder for [a:Lawrence Block|17613|Lawrence Block|https://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/authors/1303856083p2/17613.jpg]):
A Marlboro man with eyes like Ehrlichman.
As I'm sure you can tell, I'm not exactly what you would call a "photoshop-wiz," but I mean, well, I tried...sort of.