Sylvia Plath to continue her diary and write a few more books of short stories and a couple of novels.
DAMNIT! I knew I was forgetting someone…bah, I didn’t get much sleep last night. Sorry, Cyril.
Anyway, back on Lovecraft…if the man had managed to live to a ripe old age, how long do y’all suppose he would have actually held out before being driven completely insane by the 20th century and collapsing into hysterical catatonia?
I’m guessing late August, 1945, on the very outside. 
How about Stanley G. Weinbaum? He was a SF author back in the thirties. He published his first story in July 1934 and died in December 1935. Isaac Asimov wrote the introduction to a collection of Weinbaum’s stories and said that Weinbaum was writing Campbell-style stories two years before Campbell started publishing them. (For those who don’t read science fiction, John W. Campbell was a hugely influential editor who is credited with revolutionizing science fiction.) If Weinbaum had lived longer, he would almost certainly be remembered as one of the most influential authors in science fiction.
Oddly enough, I just today started one of his stories (and had never heard of him before).
NO! NO! Robin Hood!
But first he has to finish Romeo and Ethel the Pirate’s Daughter!
Raymond Chandler so he can improve and finish Poodle Springs - a married Philip Marlowe! Will wonders never cease?
Truman Capote to finish Answered Prayers - he had recaptured some of his early brillance in what he had finished before his death.
And of course I would be much happier if Anne Frank had escaped the Nazis and lived a long life of writing - she left an unfinished novel also. But then, would I have heard of her? Maybe not.
And the Mystery of Edwin Drood! Who was the murderer?
Hey! I wasn’t trying to advocate making him do anything. Just saying that he was a stubborn cuss.
I’m not quite willing to read his laundry lists… but, it’s close.
Oh, I know. But by virtue of being me I was obliged to make an unnecessarily vehement response. You’re lucky I didn’t release the monkeys.
His last few are not my favorites, but the only one I really dislike is Job: A Comedy of Justice. I’m not fond of alternate reality stories, but even that one had it’s moments…
I even enjoyed Job: and I love the already mentioned *I Will Fear No Evil *.
:eek:
This is what happens when I stop plagues at the slightest provocation; people start saying silly things like that. I will apologize to the group by bombing BrotherCadfael with a few hundred pounds of flaming sheep poo.
Edwin Abbot Abbot, so, in thirty or so years, he could write a biting satire of our society.
Sure, but a guy can hope, can’t he?
Well to write a happy ending sequel to erase the cranky final novel in the HHGTTG series of course. The BBC did it in his absence in their radio drama, and supposedly some random guy is going to write a new novel but I can’t imagine it being as good as Adams himself. And of course a new Dirk Gently novel. Plus some new non fiction stuff along the lines of “Last Chance to See”.
Your ideas intrigue me, and I would like to subscribe to your newsletter.
When did Jack Vance die? Dang, nobody tells me anything.
Eh - I’ve shoveled many a ton of animal poo, so, meh. And our barn burned once, so the flaming part isn’t all that new, either.
I’ve just never been real big on alternate reality stories - especially the ones where you change realities in mid-stream. Sliders, for example, never did anything for me, and neither did Job.
But, even so, there are still bits and pieces of vintage Heinlein to be found here and there in its pages.
Almost exactly what I came here to say. Or type. Well, possibly both… sometimes I talk aloud as I type. I don’t write in libraries or coffee shops anymore.
I’d always envisioned it much more Gently than Guide (there seems to be a sex joke in there somewhere but I’m just not cognitive enough yet to uncover it…). However, I wouldn’t mind Adams coming back to do one final Guide book, as he’d alluded to in ‘Salmon’. Wrap that sucker up proper, y’know?
Now I must prepare for the onslaught of beatings from the masses…
Think how Vance must have felt when he heard he was dead. All this time, he’s been thinking he was retired and living in Oakland.