brian 333
2018-01-24, 12:11 AM
It was the middle of the 70's and I had stolen my older brother's copy of The Hobbit. He caught me somewhere around Laketown, and I was ready for a beatdown such as older brothers are wont to give to younger brothers who take their stuff.
But he surprised me by giving me a thin paperback book, saying, "This is better."
It was A Wizard Of Earthsea.
I fell in love with a woman who was three times my age, whom I had never met, and who set me on a road of discovery I have yet to complete. She packed a world every bit as rich as Tolkien's in an 88 page novella.
Over the years since I have not stopped reading her work, and I have never been disappointed. The story of Earthsea came back to me just a few years ago in her next saga, when the aged wizard and the priestess from the Tombs of Atuan finally hooked up, just in time to meet the creator of the world.
She has influenced my writing; she is the standard by which I judge my work, (which is kind of like comparing my whittling to Rodin's sculpture.) She opened the door to her world, and I walked in wide-eyed and awestruck. She was a god among mortals, but in the end she was all too human.
The world of fantasy will never be the same. I'm going to miss her.
You never knew me, Ursula, but I loved you, and I'll never forget.
But he surprised me by giving me a thin paperback book, saying, "This is better."
It was A Wizard Of Earthsea.
I fell in love with a woman who was three times my age, whom I had never met, and who set me on a road of discovery I have yet to complete. She packed a world every bit as rich as Tolkien's in an 88 page novella.
Over the years since I have not stopped reading her work, and I have never been disappointed. The story of Earthsea came back to me just a few years ago in her next saga, when the aged wizard and the priestess from the Tombs of Atuan finally hooked up, just in time to meet the creator of the world.
She has influenced my writing; she is the standard by which I judge my work, (which is kind of like comparing my whittling to Rodin's sculpture.) She opened the door to her world, and I walked in wide-eyed and awestruck. She was a god among mortals, but in the end she was all too human.
The world of fantasy will never be the same. I'm going to miss her.
You never knew me, Ursula, but I loved you, and I'll never forget.