Charles Cumming

Return of the living dead

issue 15 December 2012

What is it with dead American writers? Years after they’ve popped their clogs, some of the biggest names in crime fiction continue to produce novels from beyond the grave. Mario Puzo has been sleeping with the fishes since 1999, but that hasn’t stopped him clanking out Omertà (2000) and The Family (2001), the latter of which was based on an unfinished manuscript posthumously completed by his longterm girlfriend.

Michael Crichton died in 2008. A year later, his fans were able to enjoy Pirate Latitudes, a novel based — once again — on an incomplete manuscript found among Crichton’s papers. Yet both men have been slouches in comparison to Robert Ludlum. The creator of Jason Bourne didn’t live to see Matt Damon’s incarnation of the character. Nevertheless, Ludlum has been busily tapping away at the great typewriter in the sky, producing no fewer than 17 novels since his death in 2001. As Puzo’s Michael Corleone might have put it: ‘Publishing isn’t personal.

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