My father and I have once again finished Alphabet of Thorn by Patricia A. McKillip.
Gilgameshian epic, this was the book that made us - then (2014), now,
and forever - rank her as a Fantasy author worthy of standing beside
J.R.R. Tolkien, Diana Wynne Jones, The Neverending Story by Michael Ende, and J.K. Rowling. We have not read it since because the book is so
awe-inspiring, so vast in thought, deep in wisdom, eloquent in language,
that one does not read it lightly. But when we learned that Patricia A. McKillip had died we could think of no better way to honor her and all
her works mean to us. To be reminded again of her mighty words that
shape themselves out of fish, poetry, and thorn in a palace hewn out of
stone perched on the sheer edge of the world.
As I said in 2014, so I say again, well done and do well Nepenthe, Tessera, Bourne, Vevay, Felan, Laidly, and Kane. I will think of you whenever my thoughts stray over sea and under stone.
Until next time.