Posted by jukkahoo
I've spent these few moments of awakedness browsing thru Thom Disch's polemic Hugo-winner of How Science Fiction Conquered the World. The Dreams Our Stuff Is Made Of is a great read, whatever one might think of the way Disch writes about the importance and history of SF. When the book came out, some critics were less than enthused about it, but I hope that we can look at the book with more open eyes these days and see more clearly what it is: a great look at the wonderful world of Science Fiction!
I haven't read Disch's prose all that much, nor have I had the pleasure of finding my way through his poetry all that much. These past twelve hours have somewhat remedied that part, as I have read various reminiscences of him as well as snippets of his poetry.
Which still leaves most of Disch's major works like 334 and Camp Concentration unread by the oversigned. Yet again, an important author I'm about to get acquainted with, past the passing.
As said aroundishly, I haven't really read Thomas M. Disch. And now that he's shuffled his mortal coil, this reading will be posthumous.
I understand his life had been a bit of an uphill struggle recently. He lost his partner of some three decades only just, he was facing monetary problems and for a long time before all that, been living with severe depression. Sad news.
I've been very busy with work recently and will probably be so until Finncon. I'd very much like to continue working here, so most other things are on the backburner, though obviously not forgotten nor abandoned. I just need to focus on this a lot more if there is any chance of continuation with it. Sorry about all various and sundry and deadlines and all that. Normal service could be continued any day in the future.