Very sorry to read of Peter Corris‘s death today. It has been a while since I read any of Cliff Hardy’s adventures, but I read a lot of Corris in the past. Unlike me, he was not Sydney born, but in his Hardy detective stories, he exposed many sides of Sydney to me that I have never experienced (thank goodness, I am more than happy for those adventures to be restricted to the pages of a book!). I recall in the late 80s and 90s reading his novels where he was venturing beyond Hardy, both in standalone stories and in creating other running characters, and being aware of him as a writer trying to carve a career and try different things. And now I am at the age where having witnessed such things, I also see the careers come to an end and the writer die, so a mild Sydney winter day just grew a little bleaker.