Posted by Chris P
on 12/13/2003, 5:16 pm, in reply to "Re: My Dad grew up with Alistair MacLean"
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When I was a kid, I spent summers in a town called Walton, NY in upstate New York and practically lived in the library there, consuming your uncle's novels like toffee. I haven't read one in more than a decade, but I remember vividly a description of breakfast aboard the submarine in "Ice Station Zebra" (and marvelling later at the perfect casting of Patrick McGoohan as the British agent in the otherwise flawed film version); a gypsy campfire in "Caravan To Vaccares,"; a scene in "The Secret Ways" where a woman is good-naturedly admonished for referring to the main character as 'Mike'; on and on and on. Also, being shocked when the back cover photo switched from a fellow with a heavy white sweater and a full head of jet black hair to an older man with receding hair-line, as if aging was something that never happened to authors. I am thrilled to have found this website and I hope you don't mind this rambling, semi-coherent appreciation of the worlds your uncle created.
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