Location: Gordo Alabama
I have never destroyed a book before.
Many years ago, before I can really remember, I was shopping in Booksamillion and came upon a book in the fantasy section called Songs of Earth and Power. I saw your name, and I remember you did a Star Wars book, the one right after episode one, and I really liked it, so I picked it up, bought it, took it home, and fell in love. I was young, mostly in to Susan Cooper and a series called Animorphs, and it was right in my comfortable niche of imagination. I have read many of your books, but none have affected me in the same way. It was the book that made me want to be a writer, the book that changed me. It gave me faith in my own internal strangeness. Years have passed. My dream is fading in a haze of life and rebellious choices. I am trying, thinking about sending in to magazines, doing it the old way, the way writers always did it before college became such a social fascination. I am anything but practical and that led me to a hard life. I can not detail to you the circumstances that led up to my ultimate breakdown of sanity, the situations that led me to the frustration of violence, but I found myself in my utility room surrounded by the shredded echoes of your novel, which had been worn with multiple readings and that I had tenderly taped and kept for so long. Books are my blood. They were my center and my sanity, and to destroy one, especially one so beloved, has changed me. My fear and uncertainty has been replaced with a solidity of judgement upon myself, and though I regret I destroyed one of my most beloved things, I still remember your words, and hold them as my power. I guess I just want to apologize.
Ever a fan
From: Greg Bear
Not a problem, Collin! The book is still out there...