Rumpole at rest

That old Bailey hack used to imagine himself after death, facing the Judge of judges, and "putting a few impertinent questions to the Prosecution."

I expect that's what Rumpole's creator, writer and barrister John Mortimer, imagined he'd be doing himself right about now.

Mortimer died yesterday.

More later, if I'm not feeling so sad.

Comments

[Tom Watson]

We Who Must Be Dismayed

[Claire]

I thought of you when I read the news yesterday.

[julia]

This is as sad as Robertson Davies.

I believe we actually have some chateau thames embankment in the house for later...

[nothstine]

My favorite Rumpole story was 'Rumpole and the Last Resort.' Wildly funny on the merits, but also carrying that vague promise of resurrection--that the old darling [and, by extension, his creator], would never really shuffle off this mortal coil.

bn

[Mike Schilling]

Mortimer, Westlake, Hillerman. These things do go in threes.

[Chris The Cop]

My brother back when he was drinking would refer frequently to his wife in a rare burst of genuine (if borrowed) humor as "she who must be obeyed." God rest ye, Mr. Mortimer.

[M.A.Peel]

Yes, passive periphrastics were familiar when I got to them in Latin (Carthago delenda est) all because of Mortimer. He will be missed

[Campaspe]

Thought of you when I heard, Mannion. I was, and remain, too fucking depressed to write about it.

I had convinced myself he'd make 100. And still be writing.