All Our Yesterdays - Hardcover

Parker, Robert B.

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0385304374 ISBN 13: 9780385304375

Publisher: Delacorte Press, 1994

Synopsis

They were the Sheridan men, ruled by passion, betrayed by love, heirs to a legacy of violence and forbidden desire.  Gus, Boston's top homicide cop: he knew equally well the backroom politics of City Hall and the private passions of the very rich, a man haunted by the wanton courage and perilous obsessions he inherited from his father... Conn, the patriarch, a lawless cop who spawned a circle of vengeance and betrayal that would span half a century... and Chris, Gus's beloved son, a Harvard lawyer and criminologist, fated to risk everything to break the chain of obsession and rage...  Three generations linked by crime and punishment--cops and heroes, fathers, sons, and lovers united at last by revelations that could bring a family to its knees...


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e Sheridan men, ruled by passion, betrayed by love, heirs to a legacy of violence and forbidden desire. Gus, Boston's top homicide cop: he knew equally well the backroom politics of City Hall and the private passions of the very rich, a man haunted by the wanton courage and perilous obsessions he inherited from his father... Conn, the patriarch, a lawless cop who spawned a circle of vengeance and betrayal that would span half a century... and Chris, Gus's beloved son, a Harvard lawyer and criminologist, fated to risk everything to break the chain of obsession and rage... Three generations linked by crime and punishment--cops and heroes, fathers, sons, and lovers united at last by revelations that could bring a family to its knees...


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Spenser doesn't appear in this overwrought, Boston-set saga of three generations of Irish-American cops, but the spirit of Parker's popular PI dominates these pages nonetheless, with each cop in turn obsessed with courage, codes of behavior and, especially, A Woman. These are the themes of Parker's other non-Spenser novels as well, particularly Love and Glory, but here they're explored in a tale whose scaffolding of parallels and coincidences suspends disbelief as poorly as do the characters' operatic passions. The Sheridan patriarch, Conn, for example, having been betrayed in Ireland during "the troubles" by the love of his life, one Hadley Winslow, moves to the U.S. with a heart of stone: "It was so hard to stop caring about her," he tells a fellow cop, "that I had to stop caring about everything." That is, until Conn catches the case of a young girl found slain and molested, discovers that Hadley's son is the culprit and uses that information to blackmail Hadley into a longterm sexual liaison in exchange for burying the proof against her son. If ever a set of characters needed Prozac it's these Sheridans, whose sullen, brutal, unlikely dance with the Winslow women continues until the third-generation Sheridan, with help from his father, breaks the spell after a paroxysm of violence. All this pained macho posturing is shaped by Parker's usual elegant and precise prose, perhaps the cleanest in crimedom; but, finally no turn of phrase is quick enough to keep his somber tale from sinking into fatal self-importance. BOMC and QPB selections; major ad/promo.
Copyright 1994 Reed Business Information, Inc.

Three generations' worth of love and obsession are the foundation of this tightly worked novel by the author of the popular Spenser series. Parker (Walking Shadow, p. 427, etc.) tells the century-long story of two families: the Irish Catholic, working-class Sheridans and the wealthy and privileged Boston WASP Winslows. They first meet in a hospital in Dublin in 1920, where Captain Conn Sheridan (of the IRA) is recovering from wounds received in the line of duty and Hadley Winslow, whose older banker husband, Thomas, is in Dublin on business, volunteers. They have an affair and Conn becomes obsessively attached to Hadley. She won't leave Thomas, Conn won't leave her, and, frightened at his persistence, Hadley betrays Conn to the British. Conn escapes from Kilmainham Jail and makes his way to Boston, where he marries, has a child, Gus, and becomes a successful police detective. He never recovers from Hadley's deceit, however, and when her beloved son, Tommy, rapes and murders a 12-year-old girl, Conn makes a deal with her: He will bury the case if she agrees to become his lover. He also blackmails her for money. When Conn dies, he leaves the facts of the case as a legacy to Gus, who continues to blackmail the Winslows. Gus also becomes a cop and has a loveless marriage, like his father's, but he adores his son, Chris, and does everything he can to ensure Chris's future success. Chris seems to be fulfilling his father's dreams-- he becomes a lawyer, and then a professor of criminology at Harvard, and in 1993 is made special prosecutor to investigate a raging Irish gang war. But Chris doesn't realize that what he uncovers during his inquiry may destroy not only the gangs, but Chris's own family, and the family of the only woman he has ever loved--Grace Winslow. A thrilling game of cops-and-Brahmins. Parker is in fine form. (Book-of-the-Month Club/Quality Paperback Book Club selections) -- Copyright ©1994, Kirkus Associates, LP. All rights reserved.

With the spare, conversational style characteristic of his popular Spenser mysteries, Parker portrays the intertwined lives of two Boston families, the Sheridans and Winslows, who love and destroy each other through three generations. Conn Sheridan, betrayed by his lover in Dublin during the "troubles," comes to America and joins the Boston police force. Graft, protection, and other cover-ups are accepted as natural, and Conn has a dangerous affair with Hadley Winslow, a Boston tycoon's wife. Chris Sheridan, the grandson to Conn and now a special prosecutor, attempts to unravel the web of deceit begun by his grandfather decades before. In this rough world, the women are either promiscuous or incapable of love-making, except for Grace, whom young Chris hopes to marry. Like Spencer's Susan, Grace has wit and a charming reserve. Spenser fans as well as newcomers will enjoy Parker's brick-by-brick famil-iarity with Boston. For most popular collections.
--Elsa Pendleton, Boeing Computer Support Svcs., Ridgecrest, Cal.
Copyright 1994 Reed Business Information, Inc.

Can Parker write mainstream fiction as well as he writes the extraordinarily popular Spenser mysteries? Well, not quite. His first non-Spenser attempt in years is a multigenerational saga that spans 1920s Ireland to 1990s Boston. It's the tale of three men, Conn, Gus, and Chris Sheridan, whose lives are shadowed by IRA captain Conn's love-affair-gone-wrong with American Hadley Winslow during the Irish "troubles" of the 1920s. A terrible legacy of revenge, blackmail, deceit, and anger is passed on to Conn's son, Gus, a Boston cop, and to Gus' son, Chris, a Harvard criminology professor. Unfortunately, Parker's gift for spare, witty repartee, which works so well in the Spenser series, mostly falls flat here, and the observations about life, love, and the ways of the world that sound so genuine coming from Spenser seem oddly out of context when uttered by Conn, Gus, and Chris. Parker also seems uncomfortable with the "historical" early chapters, which are marred by uneven pacing. But despite the book's flaws, the surprise-a-minute plot is Parker at his best, and readers will find themselves quite taken with the three main characters: charismatic, tragically flawed Conn; sad, strong, victim-of-life Gus; and energetic, break-out-of-the-mold Chris. Whether critics and reviewers love this book or hate it, it will be in high demand the minute it's published. Emily Melton

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1954 Conn

They were on Harrison Avenue.  Knocko was driving, as he always did.  

"Gus joined the forces of law and order?" Knocko said.  

"Yeah.  City Square.  Gets credit for Korea."  

"Good deal for these new kids," Knocko said.  "Two years head start on the pension."  

Conn had a big paper cup full of black coffee.  He took a pint of Irish whiskey from his coat pocket and poured some into the coffee.  

"For Crissake," Knocko said.  "It's eight in the fucking morning."

"Get my heart going," Conn said.  He sipped the coffee.  Knocko turned off of Harrison Avenue and parked near Tyler Street.  

"Collection day?" Conn said.  

"Friday morning, time to make the rounds," Knocko said.  He got out of the car and walked down the alley to the mah-jongg parlor.  Conn drank coffee and waited for Knocko.  When the cup was half empty he added more whiskey.  Knocko came back up Tyler Street and got in the car.  

"Been collecting money from this place for twenty-five years," Knocko said. "For protection."

"Sure," Conn said.  "Protection."

"Well," Knocko said sadly, "now we gotta earn it."

"I thought we did earn it," Conn said.  "I thought we were getting paid to protect them from us."

"Last six, seven years," Knocko said, "bunch of new gooks coming in. Deserters, mostly, from Chiang's army after the Commies chased him out."

"Land of opportunity," Conn said.  

Knocko jerked his head toward the mah-jongg parlor down the alley.  "They're trying to take Chou over," he said.  

"So let's tell them not to," Conn said.  His coffee cup was empty.  

"You all right for this?" Knocko said.  

"Sure," Conn said.  He took the whiskey from his pocket and had a drink and offered it to Knocko.  Knocko shook his head.

Conn capped the bottle and put it away.  Knocko started the car and they drove two blocks and parked on Beach Street in front of a small variety store with Chinese characters lettered on the window.  Knocko looked at Conn again.        

"In there," he said.  "Guy we want is named Lone."      

"Like in Ranger," Conn said.    

"Yeah," Knocko said.  "Like in Ranger."

They got out of the car.        

"You okay for this?" Knocko said again.

"I was born for this," Conn said.      

"Yeah, well, I wasn't.  So don't be a fucking cowboy."  

"Hi yo, Silver," Conn said, and they walked into the store.

It was dim inside, and smelled of odd things.  Some smoked duck hung on hooks near the front window, and a variety of peculiar looking roots and unrecognizable vegetables lay on a narrow table across the back.  A slender Chinese man stood behind the table counting money.  He wore a white shirt open at the neck.  A maroon silk scarf filled the opening.  His movements were graceful and precise as he transferred bills from a large pile into smaller piles separated by denomination.  

Knocko took out his badge.  

"You Lone?" Knocko said.  

Without looking up the Chinese man nodded.  He separated a twenty from the big pile and put it on top of a smaller pile with the other twenties.

"Boston Police Department," Knocko said.  

Lone continued to count his money.  

"You know a guy named Chou runs a mah-jongg parlor on Tyler Street?" Lone nodded, concentrating on his counting.  

"We got a complaint."

Lone nodded again.  He took the pile of twenties and pushed em across the table at Knocko.  

"Okay?" he said.  

Knocko grinned.  

"Good idea," Knocko said, "but we been taking Chou's money for years.  We sell him out first chance we get and who eIse will give us money?"  

Conn was leaning against the door frame looking at the smoked ducks.  

"No?" Lone said.  

"No," Knocko said.  

Lone nodded and brought his right hand up from below the table.  In it was a .45 automatic, the hammer already back.  He must store it cocked, Conn thought idly.  

"You go," Lone said.  

"Now, Lone, we can't do that," Knocko said.  "You hear me say we're policemen? You're threatening two policemen, Lone."

"You go."

Knocko frowned.  

"Hey, Lone," Conn said from the doorway.  The muzzle of the gun deflected slightly toward Conn.  Conn grinned.  He thought of the last time he saw Mick Collins.  You at born to be shot.  

"Fuck you," Conn said, and walked into the gunfire.


Gus

Up front in Holy Cross Cathedral, Mellen in her new black dress prayed audibly along with the priest, kneeling beside her son at the funeral mass that Gus knew Conn would have laughed at.  Knocko Kiernan was there with Faith, and most of his children.  The police commissioner and the mayor were in attendance, and all the members of the City Council.  Afterwards they gave Conn a full killed-in-the-line-of-duty burial.  Police from all over the state were in the burial procession.  A bugler played  taps.  A volley of shots was fired.

At graveside Gus stood with Mellen on his arm by the pile of newly turned earth, which had been covered with a tarp.  Across the grave, somewhat apart from the crowd of mostly official mourners, Gus saw a middle-aged blond woman wearing a black hat with a veil.

She must have been something when she was young, Gus thought.

After the burial, while Mellen was at the center of a great circle of condolences, the blond woman came to stand beside Gus.

"I'm Hadley Winslow," she said softly.  "I knew your father."

"Thanks for coming," Gus said automatically.

"He was a better man than he may have seemed," Hadley said.

Gus turned to stare at her.  She smiled at him, patted his upper arm briefly, and walked away.  Gus stared after her.

Probably was, he thought.


Gus

"How's your mother?" Knocko Kiernan said to Gus.

"She's in there with the rosary beads.  Her and God."

"Better than nothing," Knocko said.

Gus shrugged.  They were sitting at the table in Mellen's kitchen.  Each with a glass of whiskey.  There was a bottle on the table between them.

"It wasn't police business," Knocko said.  "We was there to protect a guy was paying us."

Gus nodded.

"I figured that," Gus said.

"Yeah? "

"You hear stuff," Gus said.  "I'm glad you killed the gook."

"Me or him," Knocko said.  "First guy I ever shot."

They were silent, looking at the whiskey, not drinking it.

"My father never cleared his piece," Gus said.

Knocko shook his head.

"Gus," Knocko said, "I...to tell you the truth, Gus, it didn't seem like he tried."

"Just walked into it," Gus said.

Knocko nodded.  "He was always like that, never seemed to give a shit."

"I know."

"Conn was a stand-up guy," Knocko said.

"Conn was crazy," Gus said.

"Hell, Gus."

"He was, the old lady too." Gus jerked his head toward the room.  "They drove each other fucking crazy all my life."  I knew him before you was born.  Before he met your mother.  He was a good man, Gus.  It was just...he just had a part missing, you know?"


1979
Tommy

It was not easy for him.  Never free.  Never able to shake loose.  Two generations of Sheridans, knowing his secret.  Using it.  It was too much.  Too much pressure.  He thought all the time about the girls now.  The pressure.  He hadn't been with anyone since that girl in Charlestown, before he got sent away.  But he'd thought about them every day.  He'd wanted them every day.  And now the pressure.  Gus Sheridan.  The gangsters.  His own daughter, dating Gus Sheridan's son.  It was too much.  He had to have relief.  He felt as if he'd been overinflated.  As if the surface tension of his very self would burst and scatter.  He needed a girl.  Smooth body.  Innocent legs.  Pale skin, unwrinkled, unblemished, still smooth.  Compliant.  Respectful.  Not mea...

Edition details

• Publisher: Delacorte Press
• Publication date: 1994
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 0385304374
• ISBN 13: 9780385304375
• Binding: Hardcover
• Edition number: 1
• Number of pages: 401