by Dizzard » Tue Apr 06, 2010 9:02 am
I did know until late not very much about Vance - considering that Sci-Fi is usually part of our teen-ager qualification - and what I knew I reckon was simply vague rumour, suggesting of rather tasteless space operas. Vance curiously was also considered a little bit sulfurous by some and like associated with what was to become the Heavy Metal and also with the heritage of the original Mansonic shock.
When I went on idle by Mum's in the years, I was following a radio talk show with that guy of Paris who was conducting a small and plastic Rock &nd Sci-Fi review. Vance came in like at the end row, sulfurous as ever under a critic of "Bad Ronald", which is not supposed to be Sci-fi nor Fantasy.
Later I started buying Durdane and Tchaï from a pawnshop. These were all-right and refreshing, but the french translation still was blurring the picture - and blending the Spice also. Then in a public library there was a copy of a lesser known title - I do not remember which as yet - in the original version. It was a brute and harsh fight, that gave me one-and half a day of the life and awe on an arid and dusty foreign moon, for the first time since I had been a travelling toddler together with Archie. Yet that time, the picture was not in black-and white. On the Monday, the book was back in the Library; I've never found one of my days out of the reach of Jack Vance's wisdom since that Monday.