People's whole lives do pass in front of their eyes before they die. The process is called living.

Mar 12, 2015 12:58

Sir Terry Pratchett, renowned fantasy author, dies aged 66

I'm sure most fans on my flist have heard about it by now, but if not, there's the article.

On the one hand, I'm experiencing some emotions that I don't have the vocabulary to describe. I've been a fan of Pratchett's novels since I was about eleven years old, and to know that a writer whose work I've enjoyed for such a large part of my life will not be able to share any new stories with the world is... upsetting. His novels had a large influence on the way I look at life - and also on my own writing, too, to a degree.

But, this is the end of a really awful illness, and I'm very glad that he and his family don't have to experience that any more.

For a couple of years now, I've been meaning to re-read all of Pratchett's novels. I'm pretty sure I have the entire Discworld series - except for Raising Steam, I haven't bought that yet - and most of his non-Discworld works. I've been putting it off for a while, I'm not really sure why.

I think this would be a good time to start.

"In the Ramtops village where they dance the real Morris dance, for example, they believe that no-one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away - until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone's life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence." - Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

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