With the recent passing of David Eddings, and the not that long ago passing of Robert Jordan and Madeleine L’Engle (the two died 10 days apart) and Robert Aspirin, I’ve been thinking about authors from my childhood and wondering (perhaps morbidly)… assuming only natural causes,
1) Which of your favorite authors do you suspect will pass next?
2) Which would you be most upset to hear had passed?
3) Which would you be least upset to hear had passed?
I read mostly fantasy and ‘soft’ scifi novels growing up, so here are my answers. As it was also common practice for me to read books that came in large series, these names came to mind. First, I have a nagging feeling that any day now I might read about the passing of Ursula K. Le Guin. Not given to lengthy works like some others, I’ve enjoyed much of what she has put out, not just fantasy, but poetry as well. She’s coming up on 80 this year. Second, I’d be most upset to hear about the passing of George R. R. Martin. He’s got a fantastic series in progress, and I’d be dissappointed to see it interrupted. And from everything I’ve read or seen, he’s a genuinely nice guy (his username is grrm on livejournal). Not that I think it likely. Least upset to hear about? Tough choice. Maybe Orson Scott Card. For as much as I couldn’t read Ender’s Game fast enough, and for all his worthy contributions to the Monkey Island dialogue, these days he spends less time writing quality fiction and more time writing political screeds and religious tracts that run completely counter to my viewpoints. He is welcome to have and express them, but he has shifted me more to the ‘love the art, not the artist’ perspective on things.