R.I.P.

[pellegrina]

On New Year's Eve, eyeballing the Waterstone's display, I decided for the fourth time to try getting into the Flashman books, since everyone has raved about them for as long as I can remember. (Previous attempts have faltered on a younger more prudish me damning the protagonist as a male chauvinist pig, an obsessive-compulsive need to have read Tom Brown's Schooldays first, the library copy smelling funny and probably on just not being in the mood for that kind of thing.) Reader, I bought one.

Two days later George Macdonald Fraser is dead. Coincidence...?