yet another RIP
March 13, 2015
I feel like I’ve been doing a lot of mourning lately.
I was having a crappy week anyway — various sucker-punchy things happened last week, and I’m still trying to get over them. And then the news about Sir Terry Pratchett came. I was already low, and the defenses caved. I haven’t been able to stop crying.
The odd thing is I haven’t ready very many of his books. (I need to read more — I know about Angua but I haven’t read any of her books yet and I really really should.) You see, I’m less a fan of his writing than I am a fan of him as a human being. I remember one Worldcon seeing him on a panel about traditional fantasy, and he used the phrase “consensus medieval fantasy” — that particular brand of pseudo-historical medievalism that so many fantasy novels seem rooted in. Isn’t that just brilliant? And then a few years ago at Capclave, he stopped by to do a sudden unscheduled talk, and I ditched the panel I was supposed to be on to go hear him, which I don’t regret at all. And toward the end he went on this glorious rant about the word “awesome.” About how us Americans completely misuse the word. Awesome ought to be reserved for gods and demons appearing out of the ether with lightning bolts — that’s awesome! But instead we use it for everything!
It feels like we’ve lost someone really important. I know he’s been ill for a long time and we knew it was coming. But it’s still really hard.
The sky where I’m at is very gray and gloomy today. I hope it rains. I could use a good rain.