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Post by deuce on Sept 11, 2017 12:43:12 GMT -5
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Post by deuce on Sept 11, 2017 23:43:28 GMT -5
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Post by almuric on Sept 12, 2017 11:12:22 GMT -5
I just reread Pournelle's Bicentennial novel Birth of Fire in his honor.
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Post by deuce on Sept 12, 2017 23:40:46 GMT -5
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Post by deuce on Sept 15, 2017 23:31:44 GMT -5
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Post by finarvyn on Sept 16, 2017 9:43:21 GMT -5
Love Janissaries and wish that he had gotten around to continuing the series. (Rumors were out there that #4 was in the works ... then, nothing.)
He was a great author and will be missed. :-(
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Post by trescuinge on Sept 16, 2017 17:39:22 GMT -5
A great writer! My favorite is still 'King David's Spaceship'.
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Post by deuce on Sept 17, 2017 11:17:03 GMT -5
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Post by deuce on Sept 20, 2017 12:47:55 GMT -5
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Post by deuce on Sept 26, 2017 0:04:15 GMT -5
The eulogy from Dr. Pournelle's memorial service: I have been asked today to say his eulogy. From the Greek, as he would tell us, meaning true words, spoken in praise of the dead. And as the eldest of his children, presumed by age to know the most about his life, that duty falls to me.
But how is it possible to write truth in praise of a master of fiction? How is it possible to eulogize a man who rose to public acclaim while I was mostly away? Away to school, away to the Army, away to university, away to build my own career?
I cannot say truth about the personality—the public figure, known far better to many of you here than to me. I can only do my best to say truth about the person; about the man. About what I know to be true about the son, the husband, the father, the grandfather—and the loyalest of friends, to those fortunate to know him as a friend.
I begin with what we all know of him: his insatiable intellectual appetite. His breadth of subject was literally encyclopedic: as a child, alone on the farm, his parents away working, he entertained himself by reading the Britannica from A to Z. That reading foreshadowed an essential, but surprisingly inobvious, core trait of his character: iron discipline. Not imposed on others, but imposed on himself. The chaos we all observed around him, immortalized in the household epithet “Chaos Manor,” was actually symptomatic: the result of him making everything—absolutely everything—secondary to being done...The rest can be read here: www.jerrypournelle.com/chaosmanor/eulogy-in-remembrance/
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Post by deuce on Jul 10, 2018 10:34:24 GMT -5
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