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Goodbye friend. I will miss you.

March 18th, 2008 by Jackuul· 1 Comment · Life

From the age of 12 Science Fiction fascinated me. At 11 I picked up my first books, you know the sort - Asimov, Tolkein (more in the realm of fiction, but none the less a start) and finally by twelve I picked up an older musty book. It had been in the library, with the last checkout date in 1987, a full decade before I had picked it up. It turned out to be Arthur C. Clarke’s 2001 A Space Odyssey - and from that point on I began reading everything I could. I started further in 1999 two years later by re-reading it and understanding it more, then I read 2010, and 2061. Having thought the series ended there, I was pleasantly surprised to find 3001. Nearing the end of 3001 I realized there would be no more to read in the series after this - I then went back to the library and got another book about the creation of the Odyssey series, along with other short stories.

I then gobbled up the original Rama, and later Richter 10 (mostly by the late Mike McQuay - Clarke had created the 3 page synopsis for it and also followed along with the work I gather), followed by more of the Rama series until its end (last three written mostly by Lee I take it). Then I began just trying to find anything. Trigger was an amazing book, and I was able to read it in three days, followed by thoroughly checking out every single book I could at that small library until I had read them all. By 2000 there was not a book left in the library, although I know there are more books than the small selection there, that I had not read. In the end I was left with wanting to read more, and occasionally getting the chance to do so.

For me, it’s different than reading an Asimov book or a Herbert book. They both passed away before I was at a competent level of knowing who they were - but later on I read their books, and I learned about them. As for Clarke I felt as if I knew him, because of all the reading and the time spent in the imagination I had fostered. My own interpretations of what everything looked like, how the characters sounded, and the chain of events. The loss of Clarke saddens me a great deal.

It as if I lost a friend, and yet never met him in person. Although I would have liked to discuss his idea of a space elevator with him.

Goodbye Arthur, and may you travel throughout the universe.

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  • 1 Eduardo Moura // Mar 19, 2008 at 8:14 am

    I know exactly what you mean. I’ve just received a call from a friend who told me of Mr. Clarke’s passing, and I couldn’t help but searching every piece of news about it –maybe in a desperate attempt to find some evidence that proved him wrong. That’s how I found your blog.
    In some way, reading your memories made me feel better. You reminded of my own experiences with Clarke’s work, and how important it was in making me who I am. Thanks for sharing.

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