{"id":601,"date":"2008-07-06T18:23:00","date_gmt":"2008-07-07T02:23:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/?p=601"},"modified":"2008-07-06T18:23:00","modified_gmt":"2008-07-07T02:23:00","slug":"thomas-m-disch-1940-2008","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/thomas-m-disch-1940-2008\/","title":{"rendered":"Thomas M. Disch, 1940-2008"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_IwnSQPl-J_I\/SHGE5FPhDWI\/AAAAAAAAAtE\/PWvyo8MYae8\/s1600-h\/campconcentration.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" data-src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_IwnSQPl-J_I\/SHGE5FPhDWI\/AAAAAAAAAtE\/PWvyo8MYae8\/s400\/campconcentration.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220099559293783394\" border=\"0\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" class=\"lazyload\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">Just arrived in Boulder to teach in the fourth week of the Naropa Summer Writing Program, and after a lovely dinner with old friends, I came back to the Motel to find the following sad news, forwarded by John Maas who found them <a href=\"http:\/\/nielsenhayden.com\/makinglight\/archives\/010413.html\">here<\/a>. Sad especially in that I agree with the quoted writer that Disch after a magnificent early writing career when he produced  some of the best avant-garde scifi, fell into a weird regressive mode (not to speak of the poetry, which never made it for me \u2014in fact years ago the L.A. Times published a letter I sent in in fury about a review Disch had written about Marjorie Perloff&#8217;s <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Poetic License <\/span>)and yet, and yet, if you haven&#8217;t read <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Camp Concentration<\/span>, go out &amp; get it now:<\/div>\n<blockquote><p>Thomas M. Disch, 1940-2008<br \/>Posted by Patrick at 04:37 PM * 29 comments<br \/>Ellen Datlow writes:<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">I\u2019ve just found out that Tom Disch committed suicide in his apartment on July 4th. He was found by a friend who lives a few blocks away.<br \/>I\u2019m shocked, saddened, but not very surprised. Tom had been depressed for several years and was especially hit by the death of his longtime partner Charles Naylor. He also was very worried about being evicted from the rent controlled apartment he lived in for decades.<\/p>\n<p>Scott Edelman quotes John Clute\u2019s entry on Disch in the Science Fiction Encyclopedia:<br \/>Because of his intellectual audacity, the chillingly distant mannerism of his narrative art, the austerity of the pleasures he affords, and the fine cruelty of his wit, Thomas M. Disch has been perhaps the most respected, least trusted, most envied and least read of all modern first-rank SF writers.<br \/>I certainly read him; his SF novels of the 1960s and 70s, particularly <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Camp Concentration<\/span> and <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">334<\/span>, had an enormous impact on me. But \u201cleast read\u201d may be true: according to publishing legend, his SF masterpiece <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">On Wings of Song<\/span> had a 90% return rate in its 1980 Bantam paperback edition. Despite that, he went on to hit bestseller lists with his 1991 horror novel <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">The M.D.<\/span> Just as unexpectedly, his children\u2019s book <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">The Brave Little Toaster<\/span> was adapted into a popular Disney cartoon.<br \/>He could be hard to take, both in person and in his public interactions with the SF world. He played the game of literary politics hard, and sometimes lost badly. He frequently seemed to have no patience for his allies, much less his enemies. Of his other career, as noted poet Tom Disch, I can\u2019t say much, except that to my mind the poetry was often good. In his later years he wrote a blog; after he began to post frequently on the depravity of Muslims and immigrants, I became unable to keep reading it.<\/p>\n<p>The Disch I prefer to remember was no nicer than that, but much smarter: a brittle and brilliant ironist with a bright wit and no optimism whatsoever. Here are the concluding lines of his 1965 SF novel <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">The Genocides<\/span>, a book wedged forever up the nose of overweening skiffy can-do-ism:<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">Nature is prodigal. Of a hundred seedlings only one or two would survive; of a hundred species, only one or two.<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">Not, however, man.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_IwnSQPl-J_I\/SHGE5AI6YxI\/AAAAAAAAAtM\/QYLT0je22vY\/s1600-h\/Disch.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" data-src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_IwnSQPl-J_I\/SHGE5AI6YxI\/AAAAAAAAAtM\/QYLT0je22vY\/s400\/Disch.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220099557923906322\" border=\"0\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" class=\"lazyload\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Just arrived in Boulder to teach in the fourth week of the Naropa Summer Writing Program, and after a lovely dinner with old friends, I came back to the Motel to find the following&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-601","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/601","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=601"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/601\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=601"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=601"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=601"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}