An early lesson Article continues after advertisement My father’s den was a small dark room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves packed tight with crime paperbacks. I spent hours going over the spines. Hammett, Christie, McBain, Gardner, Spillane, Woolrich, Simenon, Creasey, Stout. It was the scene of my earliest education in detective fiction. Raymond Chandler and Ross Macdonald got pride of place on his shelves. Low and easy for a child to reach.