Thomas Burnett Swann
Okay, so a couple of days ago I posted and one of the things I said was that I couldn't remember the name of a writer whose work had been terribly important to me when I was in college. Being me, I finally did remember his name. Thomas Burnett Swann.
The first of his books that I read was "The Day of the Minotaur." I read this book to pieces when I was in college. My first job out of college was with a company then known as The Walden Book Company, now Waldenbooks. As soon as I was able to place book orders, I made sure that Swann's books were always in stock. I recommended them whenever I could.
His fiction works were mostly fantasy, based mostly in various myths. There was a lot of nudity, sexual freedom (though not graphically so), and a bit of implied homosexuality (and some overt).
I was surprised, when I checked Amazon, to find many of his books available. Most if not all were used, though.
He's buried in Winter Haven, Florida. Next time I go to visit my parents' graves in Dade City, I might just go look him up. Dade City, for the most of y'all who have no clue about Florida geography, is sort of between Tampa on the west coast and Orlando. Winter Haven is maybe 30 miles from Dade City.
Anyway, if you are in the mood for quite good fantasy (circa late 1960s to early 1970s so the style will be different from most of what's written today), and you happen to run across something by Thomas Burnett Swann, pick it up.
I'm glad I finally remembered his name.
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Jim got home from Milwaukee this afternoon. I was so happy to see him. They'd had some really good speakers and entertainment this time. Colin Powell spoke. The Blue Man Group and Jerry Seinfeld performed. Jim had to leave before Seinfeld's performance, which ticked him off pretty thoroughly.
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Here it is, nearly 3:30 AM, and I'm once again ruling the Kingdom of Insomnia.
The first of his books that I read was "The Day of the Minotaur." I read this book to pieces when I was in college. My first job out of college was with a company then known as The Walden Book Company, now Waldenbooks. As soon as I was able to place book orders, I made sure that Swann's books were always in stock. I recommended them whenever I could.
His fiction works were mostly fantasy, based mostly in various myths. There was a lot of nudity, sexual freedom (though not graphically so), and a bit of implied homosexuality (and some overt).
I was surprised, when I checked Amazon, to find many of his books available. Most if not all were used, though.
He's buried in Winter Haven, Florida. Next time I go to visit my parents' graves in Dade City, I might just go look him up. Dade City, for the most of y'all who have no clue about Florida geography, is sort of between Tampa on the west coast and Orlando. Winter Haven is maybe 30 miles from Dade City.
Anyway, if you are in the mood for quite good fantasy (circa late 1960s to early 1970s so the style will be different from most of what's written today), and you happen to run across something by Thomas Burnett Swann, pick it up.
I'm glad I finally remembered his name.
* * * *
Jim got home from Milwaukee this afternoon. I was so happy to see him. They'd had some really good speakers and entertainment this time. Colin Powell spoke. The Blue Man Group and Jerry Seinfeld performed. Jim had to leave before Seinfeld's performance, which ticked him off pretty thoroughly.
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Here it is, nearly 3:30 AM, and I'm once again ruling the Kingdom of Insomnia.