AS LONG AS HIS NAME IS SPOKEN...
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Newsletter of the Klatchian Foreign Legion
March 2018 (Volume 21, Issue 3, Post 1)
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Today should have been just another part of the run-up to Sir Terry Pratchett's 70th birthday: a day of great celebration. But instead, today is a day of quiet remembrance, because this day when, three years ago, Sir Pterry died.
He left behind him a vast and masterful body of work, millions of fans, and characters – and a certain world – that will live far beyond his mortal time. He achieved the relatively rare state known as Being A Successful Author In His Own Lifetime. He was the cause of great gusts of mirth, oceans of tears, and more than a few marriages (mine, for one). He managed to commit literature without being pretentious and to commit popular prose without dumbing down. He gave the world characters who lived and breathed and, in some cases, served as role models for a generation (and will do so for the next, and the next...). Above all, he appreciated and respected and gave back to the people who spread his work around the world: you, O Readers.
Oh, there will be some celebrations next month on what would have been Sir Pterry's 70th birthday, particularly around performances of various Discworld plays, but it won't be quite the same.
But he lives on, in his books, and in the novel-writing and scholarship awards he founded, and in the classes he taught at Trinity College Dublin, and in the research into dementia that he sponsored and helped to promote, and in his advocacy for death with dignity, and in the films and plays and – soon, soon – television series based on his work, and in that small corner of Roundworld known as Wincanton that will forever be a piece of Ankh-Morpork...
...and in our hearts.
Raise your glasses on this his deathday, and again next month on his would-have-been birthday. Remember him. Send him along to your children and grandchildren. For as long as his name is spoken, the memory of him will not leave our world.
– Annie Mac, Editor
Terence David John Pratchett
Creator of universes, maker of true magic, activist who mattered
28th April 1948–12th March 2015
May he ride the Overhead forever
GNU
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Copyright (c) 2018 by Klatchian Foreign Legion
Newsletter of the Klatchian Foreign Legion
March 2018 (Volume 21, Issue 3, Post 1)
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Today should have been just another part of the run-up to Sir Terry Pratchett's 70th birthday: a day of great celebration. But instead, today is a day of quiet remembrance, because this day when, three years ago, Sir Pterry died.
He left behind him a vast and masterful body of work, millions of fans, and characters – and a certain world – that will live far beyond his mortal time. He achieved the relatively rare state known as Being A Successful Author In His Own Lifetime. He was the cause of great gusts of mirth, oceans of tears, and more than a few marriages (mine, for one). He managed to commit literature without being pretentious and to commit popular prose without dumbing down. He gave the world characters who lived and breathed and, in some cases, served as role models for a generation (and will do so for the next, and the next...). Above all, he appreciated and respected and gave back to the people who spread his work around the world: you, O Readers.
Oh, there will be some celebrations next month on what would have been Sir Pterry's 70th birthday, particularly around performances of various Discworld plays, but it won't be quite the same.
But he lives on, in his books, and in the novel-writing and scholarship awards he founded, and in the classes he taught at Trinity College Dublin, and in the research into dementia that he sponsored and helped to promote, and in his advocacy for death with dignity, and in the films and plays and – soon, soon – television series based on his work, and in that small corner of Roundworld known as Wincanton that will forever be a piece of Ankh-Morpork...
...and in our hearts.
Raise your glasses on this his deathday, and again next month on his would-have-been birthday. Remember him. Send him along to your children and grandchildren. For as long as his name is spoken, the memory of him will not leave our world.
– Annie Mac, Editor
Terence David John Pratchett
Creator of universes, maker of true magic, activist who mattered
28th April 1948–12th March 2015
May he ride the Overhead forever
GNU
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Copyright (c) 2018 by Klatchian Foreign Legion
