Ed Gorman is talking today on his blog about Harry Whittington, one of my favorite writers. He wonders why the work suddenly dried up for this prolific and successful writer.
Harry was a pro’s pro. He did it all. I can understand how he stopped hitting
the top markets in the mid-60s. The market was changing, his kind of lean, mean
sex-and-murder book was no longer in fashion. But Harry could write anything.
And all his agent could get was flat-fee work for hire? Harry Whittington?