RIP Sir John Mortimer
Friday was a bad day for the art world as well as the literary world. Not only did we lose the great artist, Andrew Wyeth, but we lost a great writer, Sir John Mortimer.
I enjoyed Mortimer’s Rumpole works. They were so personal. You felt as if you were sharing a glass of plonk with Rumpole, discussing the events of the day, his stellar victory with the Penge Bungalow Murders.
His humor was spot on. You have to laugh every time he refers to Hilda, his wife, as “she who must be obeyed.” Many husbands could relate, I’m sure. Hearing his inner thoughts made you feel as if you were his confidant.
These writings are the epitome of what a writer wants to achieve–this instant rapport with one’s audience. At this, Mortimer achieved, excelled. RIP, Sir John Mortimer. You will be sadly missed. Photo by markhillary








