Fantasy author Lloyd Alexander, beloved for his Chronicles of Prydain, died yesterday at the age of 71. From the Washington Post:
Mr. Alexander preferred an unflashy life. He played Mozart on his violin, drew cartoons and fed squirrels in his back yard. He once admitted to a weakness for doughnuts and wafers before bedtime.
My eternal thanks to Mrs. Phillips, who assigned us The Book of Three in sixth grade English, teaching me that fantasy IS real literature, thank you very much, even if they do tend to come in unwieldy series and have characters with funny names. We were very lucky and got to read The Dark is Rising in the seventh grade with Mrs. Durfee. I loved my school!
I still have my copy of The Book of Three, having always intended to share it with my children. I’m assuming that Superfast Baby will be born literate, because pregnancy is making me stock up on books–and not picture books. I’ve been raiding Bookmooch mercilessly, and almost have a complete set of Harry Potter. I mooched 4 John Bellairs books on Monday.
And yesterday, in a completely unrelated incident, I mooched three of the Chronicles of Prydain. The Castle of Llyr was unavailable in acceptable condition.
So, cheers to you Lloyd Alexander, and thanks for sharing your gifts with the world and generations to come. You will be missed.
I don’t usually write posts that aren’t connected to finishing a book, either for pleasure or for work, but I’ve been reading a lot of screenplays for work lately so fear not–Superfast Reading is happening, even though The Brothers Karamazov is turning me Superslow.