Westlake

If they were reading Westlake, they were having some serious fun—and the best fun in his novels is always unexpected.

In the end, I decided that the wisest approach would be to simply let Westlake speak for himself.

Excerpted from The Getaway Car: A Donald Westlake Nonfiction Miscellany.

Because ultimately Westlake was not this kind of writer, or that kind, not a crime writer, or a satirist, or a comedian.

Since Westlake was as prolific as he was versatile, this all took a while.

He has a fortune in his own right, Miss Benedict, left him by his grandmother, and he invested it in Westlake's distillery.

Westlake, vice-president of the telephone company, says that there would be several ways of doing this.

The sun of southern California was shining brightly out of doors; it must be a glorious day at Westlake Park.

Miranda Bailey's attempt to learn exactly what had happened was thwarted by Sandy's presentation of Westlake.

From what I can make out from Westlake's talk speculation is a mild term fo' lookin' fo' gold.