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Jack Vance died last week.
This was not a great shock - he was 96, after all.
But Vance, Heinlein, and Zelazny were the trinity of SF writers that formed my early tastes. I remember reading the Demon Princes series around age 11. (My mother was vaguely concerned when she saw the '70s Daw cover of The Palace of Love. No graphic sex in the text, mom.)
I didn't care for all of his stuff; the Dying Earth works are too florid for me. Not a big fan of purple prose. But I loved Cugel the Clever regardless - I had more than one D&D character who aspired to be him - and other works, like The Languages of Pao, stuck with me.
Farewell, Grand Master. May you continue your world travels elsewhere.
But Vance, Heinlein, and Zelazny were the trinity of SF writers that formed my early tastes. I remember reading the Demon Princes series around age 11. (My mother was vaguely concerned when she saw the '70s Daw cover of The Palace of Love. No graphic sex in the text, mom.)
I didn't care for all of his stuff; the Dying Earth works are too florid for me. Not a big fan of purple prose. But I loved Cugel the Clever regardless - I had more than one D&D character who aspired to be him - and other works, like The Languages of Pao, stuck with me.
Farewell, Grand Master. May you continue your world travels elsewhere.
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