Wow, I just saw the news Terry Pratchett died yesterday. I'm generally
unaffected by the passing of famous people. I feel sorry for their family
and friends certainly at their loss, but I don't know these people, I've never
spoken to them or met them. I always feel it's a bit false to care so
deeply for someone you have no personal connection with.
Two of my other favourite writers have died in the past, David Gemmell and
Robert Jordan, both masters of their trade. All three I have read since I
was fifteen/sixteen and I have all of their works. When Gemmell and
Jordan died I didn't really feel much personally. For Pratchett it is
different. I feel a real loss at his passing. I think it was due to
his unique prose, turn of phrase and how he would boil complicated real life
concepts into simplicity itself. From the Carpet People to his latest
works, his books are full of them. It's commentary like we need to
believe in Father Christmas as children to learn to believe in Justice, Mercy
and fair play as adults, that puts him head and shoulders above other writers.
Terry Pratchett will be missed, not just because he is no longer here to
entertain us, but because he is will not be here to educate us.
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