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February 27, 2006

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frumiousb

Is there any Busch that you would particularly recommend? I have read Girls: A Novel, and while I enjoyed it, I am told that this is far from one of his best.

ed

Mark: Sadly confirmed, both by myself with the coroner's office on Sunday morning and by the mainstream press now slowly trickling in.

birnbaum

I think I don't slight Fred Busch to say he has no best book—his work exhibited a wonderful range from his quasi history based novels, The Night Inspector and Mutual Friends, to the recent sequel to Girls , North, which I recommend. And A Memory of War is a whole different animal.

27 books and rarely a clinker.

RIP

Jpgwrites

I believe it's out of print, but of the ten or so of Busch's I've read, Domestic Particulars may be his best, if not one of the best books I've ever read.

Walter

Butler's death is sadly confirmed. Here's an obit.

daniel olivas

from the seattle times online regarding the passing of octavia butler:

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2002831388_butlerobit27m.html

wmc

He was also an incredibly generous mentor... 100% behind writers just starting out (like Chang-rae Lee way back when)-- and so giving of his support, so nice and warm-hearted, so enthusiastic, even to upstarts like me who kept pestering him with inconsequential fan mail. Time to reread all his work...

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