or: The Secret Life of Walter (Witty)*
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Walter led a life as adventurous and often mysterious as his books. We welcome your comments on both here.
Be sure to click through the links at right to read the extraordinary memories and deep appreciation that his many friends and fans have posted to date.
* Thanks to Jean Heller for sharing this brilliant headline to her article describing Walter’s “Trailer Trash” book tour.
Walter Satterthwait 
How much I regret not having discovered his books until after his departure from this plane of existence! So far, I have read only four — Miss Lizzie, New York Nocturne, Wilde West, and just finished The Hanged Man — but what a truly excellent writer! Surely, one of last century’s greats! Last night studied the four extant chapters of his unfinished last, Blood Imperative (bearing in mind that at this stage they can represent only a initial draft which would surely have gone through considerable polishing). It’s one I truly wished he could have finished — as nearly as I can tell, he had come to an interpretation of vampire lore very similar to my own, which I call “The Vampire As Shaman,” and have been working with for several decades. I should have dearly loved dinner conversation with this man.
With admiration,
PAK (on Wikipedia — why the heck isn’t WS?)
OMG, Has Walter left us? I have been reviewing memories and thought to find Walter. I remember him from 1982-83 when he was renting a house on Paros Island (Greece) . I would see him in the cafe’s or restaurants, and we’d share some time having a coffee. One day I was on my moped and stopped by at his house which was on the side of the road near to Paros Poros beach. I yelled up to him to see if he was home, and he came out. He asked if I wanted a coffee, and I told him I was just checking on him, that he’s OK. We talked for a while and then he remembered that he didn’t “save” his last writings on his little computer. He ran inside, and his screen was dark. His computer had shut down and erased all his writings from the morning. UGH! So sorry Walter.