All Our Yesterdays

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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 ...
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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...

It started when Conn Sheridan fell in love with Hadley Winslow, a sophisticated Boston society woman he could never have. Conn's obsession compelled him to commit an act that would inextricably bind two families and three generations of cops in their shared disgrace--until one Sheridan had the courage to shatter the covenant.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"The old magician draws you in, absolutely!  Parker has something important and touching to say about fathers and sons, about marriage and love, about courage and anomie.  A compelling look at a corner of one of our century's hundred-year wars.  Parker is a sublime storyteller.  This is a book that will keep you in your seat to the last page."
--New York Newsday

"A complex tale of guilt and corruption reaching down through the generations."
--New York Times

"A resounding success... a sprawling portrait of three generations in an Irish family.  It resonates with historical insight, complex personalities, dramatic events and a powerful story." --Playboy

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
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. Nov.
Library Journal
Parker is best known for his mystery series featuring that lovable cynic, Spenser. Here, he breaks new ground with a multigenerational saga about Irish cops.
Emily Melton
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.
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The author of the Spenser novels presents a sprawling family saga of cops, heroes, fathers, sons, and lovers, that spans the whole turbulent 20th century and ranges across two continents, from revolutionary Ireland to the parlors and backstreets of Boston.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780440221463
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 12/28/1995
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 480
  • Sales rank: 519,369
  • Product dimensions: 6.88 (w) x 4.18 (h) x 1.27 (d)

Meet the Author

Robert B. Parker
Featuring rapid-fire dialogue and spicy characters, Robert B. Parker's books are top-shelf reading for fans of detective crime novels. His Spenser series is several titles strong and an established classic; lately Parker has raised the stakes with two additional series (one featuring private eye Sunny Randle, the other featuring police chief Jesse Stone) that may eventually rival his beloved Boston P.I.


Robert B. Parker began as a student of hard-boiled crime writers such as Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler, but when he became a crime writer himself, he was one of the rare contemporary authors to be considered on par with his predecessors. The Spenser series, featuring a Boston-based ex-boxer and ex-cop, is one of the genre's most respected and popular fixtures.

Noted for their sharp dialogue and fine character development, the Spenser books carry on a tradition while updating it, particularly in giving its hero two strong alter egos in Hawk, a black friend and right-hand man; and Susan Silverman, Spenser's psychologist love interest. Parker's inclusion of other races and sexual persuasions (several of his novels feature gay characters, a sensibility strengthened in Parker through his sons, both of whom are gay) give a more modern feel to the cases coming into Spenser's office.

The Spenser series, which began with 1973's The Godwulf Manuscript, has an element of toughness that suits its Boston milieu; but it delves just as often into the complex relationship between Silverman and Spenser, and the interplay between the P.I. and Hawk.

By the late ‘80s, Parker had acquired such a reputation that the agent for Raymond Chandler's estate tapped him to finish the legend's last book, Poodle Springs. It was a thankless mission bound to earn criticism, but Parker carried off the task well, thanks to his gift for to-the-point writing and deft plotting. "Parker isn't, even here, the writer Chandler was, but he's not a sentimentalist, and he darkens and deepens Marlowe," the Atlantic concluded. In 1991, Parker took a second crack at Chandler with the Big Sleep sequel Perchance to Dream.

Parker took other detours from Spenser over the years. In 1999, Family Honor introduced Sunny Randall, a female Boston private eye Parker created with actress Helen Hunt in mind. Two years earlier, he introduced L.A.-to-New England cop transplant Jesse Stone in Night Passage. He also authored four bestselling Westerns featuring Virgil Cole and Everett Hitch, a few young adult books, as well as several stand-alone novels that were well-received by his many fans.

Parker died suddenly in January 2010 while at home at his desk, working on a book. The cause was a heart attack. He was seventy-seven.

Good To Know

Parker's thesis in graduate school was a study of the private eye in literature that centered on Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett and Ross MacDonald. Critics would later put him in the same category as those authors.

Parker's main hero is named for Edmund Spenser, the 16th-century author of The Faerie Queene.

Parker had a hand in writing the scripts for some television adaptations of Spenser books starring Robert Urich, who also played Spenser in the ABC series from 1985-88. Urich suffered a battle with cancer and passed away in 2002, but adaptations continue to be made for A&E, starring Joe Mantegna. Parker approved of the new actor, telling the New York Times: ''I looked at Joe and I saw Spenser."

According to a profile in the New York Times, Parker met his wife Joan when the two were toddlers at a birthday party. The two reconnected as freshmen at Colby College and eventually had two sons. They credit the survival of their marriage to a house split into separate living spaces, so that the two can enjoy more independent lives than your average husband and wife.

Parker told fans in a 1999 Barnes & chat that he thought his non-series historical novel All Our Yesterdays was "the best thing I've ever written."

Parker had a small speaking part in the 1997 A&E adaptation of Small Vices. How does he have time to write his Spenser books, plus the other series and the adaptation stuff? "Keep in mind, it takes me four or five months to write a novel, which leaves me a lot of time the rest of the year," he told Book magazine. "I don't like to hang around."

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    1. Date of Birth:
      September 17, 1932
    2. Place of Birth:
      Springfield, Massachusetts
    1. Date of Death:
      January 18, 2010
    2. Place of Death:
      Cambridge, Massachusetts
    1. Education:
      B.A. in English, Colby College, 1954; M.A., Ph. D. in English, Boston University, 1957, 1971
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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.


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.


"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, " 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?"


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 mean.  Not someone who had breasts.  Not someone hairy.  Not someone who had children. Not someone who wanted things.  Who wanted you to do things.  Not scary.

After thirty-three years.  He had to have a girl.  He stood and put on his coat and left his office.

"I've got some meetings," Tom told his secretary.  "I'll be gone the rest of the day."

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  • Posted July 23, 2010

    Digitally challenged

    This book had so many digital errors it made it difficult to read with any pleasure - complete paragraphs misplaced - some at critical times - hope it is not a sign of things to come with digital books.

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  • Posted September 14, 2009

    What a collision!

    Parker at possibly his absolute best! The depth of character and plot development far exceeds what he has been able to accomplish in any 'single' book. No series here; none needed.

    This is an interesting study of human development; socially, culturally, and most importantly, emotionally.

    Longer than his typical novel, Parker takes his time in every aspect of this book but does so in such a manner that you want to continue to follow each and every lead. So much fun to ride this Parker roller coaster!

    If you enjoy . . . well just about any subject, you'll find something intriguing here; the Irish, police, sex, violence, love (both lost and found) and hate.

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    Lousy Parker book

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  • Posted June 8, 2012

    Great read

    This book is different than the other Parker books i have read, none the less, it is very, very good. I loved the history in it.

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    An Outstanding Book

    I have read this book twice--first time right after it was first published--second time when i came across a paperback edition at barnes & noble in mohegan lake, northern westchester,ny.

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