The big hand of the clock is at 12. The little hand is at 7
Why did I not know until after he died that Russell Hoban of Riddley Walker (1980) also wrote Bedtime for Frances (1960) and Emmett Otter's Jug-Band Christmas (1971)? I read the latter as a very small child and the former in college; I never put the names together. I was prepared to miss a luminary of science fiction and now I'm grieving for a small pencil-drawn badger.

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The incredibly fancy lunch Frances makes for herself once she's embraced a gustatory world beyond jam appealed to me tremendously. I wanted to take a doily and a vase of violets to lunch, too.
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a recipe for a chompo bar
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I had the good luck to have had Hoban around nearly a lifetime: I was introduced to both the Hoban's work through Bread and Jam for Frances. The Lion of Boaz-Jachin and Jachin-Boaz was a book that helped me make sense of the dysfunctionality inherent in all families in my teen years, and Riddley Walker is the book that first made me realize that SFF can contain great art, and that it's not just about imagining the future, but re-constructing the past-possible.
I hope some of his backlist is brought back out for reprints. Very few writers, even among the most skilled, have such facility with making both objective and subjective reality integral part of their plotlines.
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Riddley Walker was one of the most awesome things I read in my teens.
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May he rest in peace.
I was prepared to miss a luminary of science fiction and now I'm grieving for a small pencil-drawn badger.
*hugs*
I'm sorry for your loss.
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I grieve with you.
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Hello, also, from a new reader.
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The dichotomy struck me too, when I figured it out. He must have been quite an interesting person.
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I actually had no idea Russell Hoban was still alive, so hearing of his death was, in a way, a kind of double whammy.
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