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# Dead? You selfish bastard!
I felt a great disturbance in the Fandom, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened.
I stopped actually caring about the fucking books just after Book Eight, but I kept buying and reading the books because I Had To Finish It.
And now he’s dead.
Blood and bloody ashes! Now the stupid thing will never be finished. And he’s not fucking Bach, we’re not all going to sit around in Usenet and appreciate the last book for all of – rather than despite – it being unfinished. rec.arts.sf.written.robert-jordan isn’t even active anymore; like all the great fandom groups on Usenet, it is just the corpse of a frog, pinned to a bench, twitching when electrical stimulus is applied.
God, for my own well-being because D will go fucking spare otherwise, I hope there are notes somewhere, bullet points or something, so that some enterprising soul can revive the corpse long enough to write an ending. Someone with some female friends, while we’re at it.
UPDATE
I suppose I should of course note – for the thousands of readers who’ll turn into haters when they see the above – that I don’t dislike RJ. Of all the authors I have met at the end of a queue, he was exceedingly pleasant and seemed to be most amused that I was getting a book signed for a girlfriend – D -and not myself. As an author, though, I think he – along with his immediate predecessors Feist and Eddings – made Fantasy fiction the viable market it is today. Which on the one things is great. On the other hand, we have those three to blame for the noxious swamp of purple prose vomited out by a legion of hacks with virility issues. Well, them and TS-fucking-R.
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# Links for 2007-09-16
- 1991 – The Year Punk Broke ✴
