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Closing Time

Preamble: Neil says it better than I ever could, and he was there.

PostScript: I first met Diana Wynne Jones not long after I moved to Bristol in 1992. She was all of the things you’ll have read elsewhere and tenfold (go and search, and if you or I could have those things said about us when we’re gone, we’d have lived a fine life). Most of all, I thought she was a force of nature. Fierce, and pragmatic and practical, and a source of sound, grounded advice. She told me things, from time to time and I listened, I really listened.

I was very proud to be her friend.

Since the weekend, the world has felt much the same, but with a hole in it. We’re poorer, and she’s not there.


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