June 12, 2015

In Memoriam Zalmai Shalizi

One summer, when I was a boy, Uncle Zalo tried to teach me to shoot up at his ranch in the New Mexico high country. I was dismal, and I'm pretty sure the phrase "broad side of a barn" crossed his mind. It never crossed his lips, and he was never less than patient and encouraging but honest.

I had picked out new epic fantasy novels to bring him the next time I came to Santa Fe, and I wanted to talk with him about The Eternal Sky. I miss him.

Anything else I might have to say was already better said in his obituary.

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