For a chap whose novelist career didn't begin until he hit his 50s, Richard Adams enjoyed a long, respected, beloved one.

I reread WATERSHIP DOWN until the paperback fell apart, and cannot fully re-read THE PLAGUE DOGS to this day without weeping uncontrollably in places.



"My heart is with the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today." (Well, Christmas Eve.)



https://www.theguardian.com/books/20...s-dies-aged-96

http://www.nytimes.com/2016/12/27/ar...ies-at-96.html