I'm rereading some vintage Vance. Jack Vance one of the so-called Golden Age of Science Fiction writers. Born in 1916 he's still writing books. I love his style, filled with rich descriptions, strange worlds, loads of little details making what I read seem more real than many other books. Detractors say, there's not much happening in his books, but I still love them for their lushnes.
Rereading is something I like to do with some authors. Yes, I know the plot, and even if I may have forgotten some of the details I know how the book ends. Still the texture, for lack of a better word, of some books is so rich, that the pleasure in reading is so much more than that derived from the story itself, and yes, Mr. Vance, in my opinion, is such an author.
1985 - Spain/France; 1986 - Alpi Orobico; 1988 - Spanish Meseta; 1989 - Pyrenees; 1991 - Turkey; 1992 - Egypt; 1993 - Eastern USA; 1995 - Syria and Jordan; 1996 - India and Nepal; 1999 - China and Tibet; 2000 - Friesland; 2001 - Mexico and Guatamala; 2002 - York; 2003 - Ardennes; 2004 - Delmarva and Idaho; 2005 - Los Angelos and Limburg; 2006 - Paris.
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