We wrote long, serial letters to each other, and talked on the phone several times a week. I don’t often write about the days when Roger Zelazny and I were close, because, quite frankly, even though he died in June of 1995, it still hurts to remember when we didn’t realize how little time we would have.īut this year I have a happy memory I want to share, one awakened by all the people who are reading one of Roger’s last novels: A Night in the Lonesome October.Īlthough Roger and I weren’t living together when he wrote that book, we were in touch pretty much daily. My Copy of A Night in the Lonesome October
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