i don't know how much i can be coherent about thomas disch's death here. i was crying and screaming over the phone at helen, i can't understand why no one cares. how could it take me so long to find out (i found out from somebody's goddamn ebay listing), how there could be so very little treatment in the papers or anywhere. it's like when lloyd alexander died. thomas disch was a new yorker, a great and brilliant man, and the papers don't care. no one even cares.
some bloggers care, but it's horrible that a man like him can go out with so little notice.
his death, as people who actually knew him have said, isn't surprising. i hate saying this, but you knew he was going to kill himself, just not when. someone said they're glad he was able to go on his own terms, and i agree with that-- i am glad he is finally out of his misery, back with charles-- and philip dick and everyone.
it's just so tragic that he had to. his partner of 35 years, charles, died in 2005. he was devastated and he's been deeply depressed since then-- plus all kinds of housing nightmares. his landlord kept trying to evict him out of their rent-controlled apartment on the excuse it was under charles' name. the man was a genius and he wrote goddamn everything-- i mean that in terms of volume and genre-- brilliant stuff, he's won a crapload of awards too, and he had to worry about where he would get money for food. how does this happen?
how can this happen?
he famously never saw any money from the vhs of the brave little toaster. after the brave little toaster disney wanted him to write more stuff for them and, i didn't even know this, he was paid $5000 for the lion king and then shoo, go away, no credit or nothin' for you.
it's a goddamned tragedy that a man like him gets so little notice or credit in life or death.
i am who i am because of thomas disch-- i can't even explain. no one even understands why i'm so upset. helen didn't know who i was talking about. god damn it.
but rest in peace. or if you get to be a ghost, scare some pirates.