Only just over two months since we heard the news of his cancer, and Iain Banks has died.
Words fail me in describing his influence and importance to British and world SF, but there is so much more besides. I only met him a few times, but he always left the impression of someone who lived life to the full.
His reach and the respect in which he is held is in part demonstrated by BBC news online putting his death at the top of its headlines, above Mandela’s illness, above GCHQ’s embroilment in Prism, and above the latest tory corruption scandal. I’m not sure how he would have felt about pushing that last item off the headlines.
Farewell Iain. I’ll be drinking to your memory tonight.