Just today I learned of Robert Jordan’s passing. I’ve been living with the man’s books for such a long time that the possibility of him not finishing The Wheel of Time books just never occurred to me.
I won’t be a hypocrite and say that I loved everything about him and his work since I first picked up The Great Hunt (I read the second book before I could get a copy of the first book) back in high school.
In fact, I grew so frustrated with him and his long story, that after the tenth book, I vowed not to buy any more of his books until the final volume has been published and is sitting on the shelves of the nearest bookstore.
But that doesn’t change the fact that he is one of the masters of the genre. So much so that it’s hard to talk about Tolkien and not mention Jordan.
Reportedly, he worked on the twelfth and final book until his untimely death. Obviously, if the final volume indeed gets published, it will be through the efforts of the family who survives him.
October 17, 1948–September 16, 2007
Farewell Mr. Jordan. Thank you for the stories. It was a wild ride, and it was fun while it lasted.
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