A conversation with my dad Tony Hillerman
This will probably only be at this link for a very short while.
Story by Anne Hillerman
Photography by Steve Larese
(As published in the July 2003
issue of New Mexico Magazine)
It's a warm, blue-sky day in March. The air in Albuquerque's North Valley is lush with spring smells.
Dad, Tony Hillerman, waits in his office, looking comfortable in one of those soft knit shirts he loves. His roll-top desk, where I remember him at a manual typewriter, sits against one wall. He's been writing mysteries for more than 40 years now. Before that he wrote letters home from World War II, advertising copy for Purina, news stories, magazine articles and whatever else paid enough to support our growing family. He came to New Mexico with United Press International, worked at the Santa Fe New Mexican and then moved to Albuquerque where he revitalized the University of New Mexico's journalism department before leaving to work on his novels full time. [read the conversation]
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