I was sad to learn yesterday, that the fine British crime writer Reginald Hill had died. By coincidence I am reading his fourth Dalziel and Pascoe story, “An April Shroud”, right now so let me share a quotation with you while you are waiting for my review:
“He smiled now as he lumbered towards a dirty wedding joke, and with his shining face, broad smile, broader paunch, and the champagne glass held perpetually at the ready a foot from his lips, he should have been a figure of Pickwickian jollity. Instead, he looked as if he had just kicked the door down and was demanding that no one moved as he had the place surrounded.”
I hardly need to tell you that ´he´ is ´the big man´, Superintendent Andy Dalziel.