Diana Wynne Jones. Christopher Logue. And now Russell Hoban. Unique, special writers. And they all are gone from us this year, leaving behind gifts. Howl's Moving Castle and the Chrestomanci novellas. War Music and All Day Permanent Red. Riddley Walker and The Mouse and His Child and the Frances stories. And many more.
I was left behind
as wind divided for the ghost;
as grass first opened, silent,
and then, silent, closed.
--from Rosanne Coggeshall (1946-2009), "Dead Quail"
Requiescant in pace
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011
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