Longtime Chicago Tribune mystery columnist Dick Adler is the dean of crime fiction reviewing, the Anthony Boucher of our time. He is a critic of impeccable taste and a fine writer, demonstrating a true dedication to and love of mysteries and thrillers.
He is also, apparently, a machine.
Dick has a column in the Tribune every two weeks, with more column inches than anyone else I know of. (Yes, size does matter.) He also contributes reviews to Publishers Weekly. As if that weren't enough, he recently started two blogs in order to have an outlet for the reviews he doesn't have space for in print: Paperback Mysteries and Paperback Thrillers.
Is he trying to make the rest of us look bad or what?
I'm reasonably prolific as a critic. I've read approximately 85 books so far this year (a rate that has slowed since the baby came). I've reviewed 44 books of those books, spread over 5 different newspapers. I also occasionally mention a book on here or over at Mystery Ink.
But that's nothing for Dick! He reviews that many books before breakfast. And these aren't those bullshit Harriet Klausner-type "reviews" either, but legitimate, thoughtful, insightful critiques.
I'd offer Dick my praise and congratulations, but I'm sure he's too busy reading to accept them.
