Goddammit,
Jul. 23rd, 2008 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ellenkushnerMichael De Larrabeiti died.
I can't remember whether it was Terri Windling or I who bought paperback rights to The Borribles for Ace - I think it was I, right before I moved to Pocket. I do know that it, and the subsequent 2 Borribles books, were a real influence on our Bordertown shared-world series.
MDL, thanks for sharing your world with us.
[ADDED: Obituary; other obits]
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It's going to be like this, isn't it? First, saying farewell to all the grownups I idolized when I was trying to become one . . . then checking out various friends who "really weren't that old" . . . and then, well - my favorite Vietnamese joint is next to the big Jewish funeral home, and there's usually something happening there around noon. Only yesterday it was the Cadillac station wagon with plenty of room for the pine box, sitting on the sidewalk. "Caddie," I thought. "Hmm. Your last ride in a Caddie . . . " and realized it was, indeed, the last ride you will ever take; the last car you will ever ride in, after a lifetime of transit. Interesting. Well, as they say, there's a first time for everything; so why not a last?
(And of course it's Richard Thompson on the speakers right now. I'll never forget the first time I saw him live, outdoors at the Newport Folk Festival - and a rangy teenage boy down front screaming his request: "DO ONE ABOUT DEAAAATH!!!" Which, considering his repetoire, ain't that hard. Love you, Richard!
(Don't die anytime soon, OK?)
I can't remember whether it was Terri Windling or I who bought paperback rights to The Borribles for Ace - I think it was I, right before I moved to Pocket. I do know that it, and the subsequent 2 Borribles books, were a real influence on our Bordertown shared-world series.
MDL, thanks for sharing your world with us.
[ADDED: Obituary; other obits]
* * *
It's going to be like this, isn't it? First, saying farewell to all the grownups I idolized when I was trying to become one . . . then checking out various friends who "really weren't that old" . . . and then, well - my favorite Vietnamese joint is next to the big Jewish funeral home, and there's usually something happening there around noon. Only yesterday it was the Cadillac station wagon with plenty of room for the pine box, sitting on the sidewalk. "Caddie," I thought. "Hmm. Your last ride in a Caddie . . . " and realized it was, indeed, the last ride you will ever take; the last car you will ever ride in, after a lifetime of transit. Interesting. Well, as they say, there's a first time for everything; so why not a last?
(And of course it's Richard Thompson on the speakers right now. I'll never forget the first time I saw him live, outdoors at the Newport Folk Festival - and a rangy teenage boy down front screaming his request: "DO ONE ABOUT DEAAAATH!!!" Which, considering his repetoire, ain't that hard. Love you, Richard!
(Don't die anytime soon, OK?)