The king is dead
It was with shock and sadness that I read the news of my favourite sci fi author's death. Iain Banks has died, aged 59, leaving a wealth of worlds still left unexplored.
I discovered Banks through a friend and, through Banks, discovered the world of modern science fiction. He was an author who spoke for our generation of sci fi fans; we didn't want little green men or flying saucers in our books and Banks provided a modern space opera for the modern world.
I had glimpsed the sci fi I had wanted to read in the works of writers who were ahead of their time, like Orwell's 1984 or Frank Herbert's majestic Dune series. They were books that resisted the trends of their times and provided timeless stories which seem not to have aged. But it wasn't until I read The Player of Games that I discovered someone I could hitch my pony to.
Banks did not just provide entertainment, he provided inspiration. The anti-theistic, quasi-anarchistic, pro-choice world of the Culture is quite literally heaven. Obviously things do not always run to plan or there would be no drama, but the Culture is really what we should aspire to.
'We treat religion and politics the way a doctor treats disease.' Amen. Rest in peace Mr Banks, you are gone but your words will live on.
This thread is for discussion and tributes to the great man.