Still not quite over the death of Vince Flynn, come to find out this morning that Tom Clancy has passed away, a sad day indeed.
I remember reading my first Clancy novel (Hunt For Red October) back in the 80’s, the first book I believe read almost not stop (who needs sleep anyway?). The first interview I heard Clancy give, he related how days after it’s publication, the FBI came a knocking on his door wanting to know how he got his technical information, they were not happy, and he introduced them to his local library. I doubt there is anyone here who has not read at least 5 Clancy novels over the years.
Vince Flynn , my current favorite author at the time died in June at age 47 of prostrate cancer. I have since reread all of the Mitch Rapp series books in his honor. Few authors can paint a canvass with words so vivid and clear, that you are transformed and awash with the emotions exactly parallel and in sync with the main character. Flynn and Clancy did this about as well as it can be done.
The most prolific author in my life has been Bernard Cornwell (having read at least 40 or his novels). I started off with the Richard Sharpe series, almost breaking out into cold sweats reading the battle sequences.
Conn Iggulden, Stephen Ambrose, Jeff Shara, other great favorites of mine and hold prominent positions on my Kindle.
Clancy died 66 years of age, not young but not that old either. Seeing a picture of him with a smoke in his hand, cancer was probably the culprit.
What other occupation besides author can bring instant pleasure to the masses and as often as it takes to reread the effort? Clancy went out still writing, no retiring for him. If greatness can be measured by the impact one has on other people, the joy and satisfaction he provides, Clancy was one for the ages.