The Crow Road
by zic
It seems like he’s always been with me, always a part of my life. But it’s not true. I recall that first day we met, I was in a now-defunct book store, Wordsworth, in Harvard Square, back in the day when Harvard Square was still trendy and not just another American shopping mall.
I pulled a slim volume off the shelf in the Science Fiction Section by an author I’d never heard of before; The Wasp Factory by Iain Banks. A most vile book, and yet I was hooked. Since I’ve read most of his books, though in looking through the list, there are a few I missed; Deadair, and Stonemouth.
Good thing. Because we’ve one left to be published, and then it will be time to say goodbye. For my dear Mr. Banks walks The Crow Road.
The bottom line, now, I’m afraid, is that as a late stage gall bladder cancer patient, I’m expected to live for ‘several months’ and it’s extremely unlikely I’ll live beyond a year. So it looks like my latest novel, The Quarry, will be my last.
As a result, I’ve withdrawn from all planned public engagements and I’ve asked my partner Adele if she will do me the honour of becoming my widow (sorry – but we find ghoulish humour helps). By the time this goes out we’ll be married and on a short honeymoon. We intend to spend however much quality time I have left seeing friends and relations and visiting places that have meant a lot to us. Meanwhile my heroic publishers are doing all they can to bring the publication date of my new novel forward by as much as four months, to give me a better chance of being around when it hits the shelves.
The Crow Road is quite possibly my favorite book. But Banks writing of late has been stellar, and I’ve tremendously enjoyed every book published with the possible exception of Canal Dreams, which was incomprehensible to me. Reading Whit in the wake of Waco helped me grasp it, helped me see that even the most selfish of cult leaders and rediculous of cults can give birth to saints. All Tomorrow’s Parties put our reaction to the horrors of 9/11 into something I could process. And another of my favorites, The Algebriast, simply gave joy.
And then there’s the Culture. I suspect The Culture will be shaping of our future world as Philip K. Dick’s novels have. Or so I hope.
So while you still hold the breath of life, Thank You, Mr. Banks. I wish you and Adele every moment of joy you can grab. I’ve never met you, but I consider you a friend. You’ve brought joy and wonder to me, and I’m grateful.
Thanks, Tod.
I couldn’t think of a better way to express my grief at what I’ll all-too-soon loose.Report
Thank you, zic.Report
I never read his books but I saw the link to this essay last week via Lawyers, Guns, and Money.
It is always both heartbreaking to see people deal with their own mortality.Report
Thanks for the tribute, zic.
I was deeply saddened by the news about his cancer diagnosis, Banks ranks among the very top of living authors, IMHO.
I’ve still got a lot of Banks to read yet, but just about everything I’ve read so far has been stellar.
The Algebraist is, by far, my favorite.
I loved The Wasp Factory as well. I wonder if it’s considerably less shocking to a reader in 2009 (when I first read it) than it would have been much earlier.Report
In 1985 or thereabouts, The Wasp Factory was very shocking. I like to think of it as the negative space of Jonathan Livingston Seagull, but with rabbits.
One of his more recent books, Surface Detail is quite stunning; a rip roaring Culture story, with awesome women in it. Almost made me want to get a tattoo or two or ten. Almost.
I was thinking that he’d only really failed at a truly vile woman character, but then there’s Transition, so even there.Report
“All Tomorrow’s Parties put our reaction to the horrors of 9/11 into something I could process.”
Maybe you should save that for when William Gibson is Very Poorly. I would suggest you meant to say Dead Air but you said you haven’t read that yet.Report
I did not say 9/11, I said our reactions to 9/11.
These things are not the same.Report
Let me put it another way: Banks wrote a novel about our reactions to 9/11. It is called Dead Air (and you said you have not read it). All Tomorrow’s Parties is a novel by William Gibson, which was published before 9/11. These things are also not the same.
Perhaps you have read Dead Air and got the title confused. Either way, something needs correcting.Report
Jason gave me The Hydrogen Sonata for Christmas, my having read all the other Culture books already. When I finally got the time to read it, I couldn’t help feeling that Banks intended that to be the last Culture novel. It was wonderful, and it kind of summed up the ideas activated by the earlier books. I don’t know if he knew at the time that it would be, but taken as a whole, the Culture series is possibly the most excellent literary science fiction ever produced. Matter is my favorite book ever written, and Surface Detail is one of Jason’s favorite sci-fi books.
Now I know that I need to read the rest of his work. I’m sad that such a mind will soon be lost to us.Report
The Culture series has remained with me ever since I read the first novel. Sometimes I dream of living in that world, just to interact with those badass Ships. I always found it fascinating that a being that smart\intelligent\large-amount-of-knowledge would find us humans remotely interesting to deal with. Face it, those Ships and other Intelligences could wipe us out really easily, but they don’t.
I’m going to miss Banks. One of the best Sci-Fi authors today. I would put Banks up there with Vernor Vinge, which is saying a lot…Report
Just to put it out there: If there is a giant congolmeration of space hippies living in a materialistic utopia run by superhuman AI’s…
Now would be a good time to show up with your Space Medicine.
Throw some Terry Pratchett’s way as well.Report
AmenReport