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[Update:] This autobiography won the HUGO AWARD for Best Related Work 2010.

For anyone new to Jack Vance, this is the interesting lifestory of a prolific author of celebrated imagination and originality, containing a good measure on his globetrotting treks and oft ex-pat lifestyle, written with Vance's renown fluidity and style, easily holding the reader's interest steadily throughout. The book features an annex of 65 photos. It is a respectable feat for Vance to write this from the summit of age 93 (being effectively blind as well), commanding a writing career spanning some 66 years, and it is wonderful to relish whatever rare star-born crystal "IOUN stones" he generously chooses to share. (We should all hope to reach such venerable age, much less write a coherent, well-written book.)

But for ardent Vance-fans there perhaps is an unlooked for tact taken by Vance, for he eschews to "talk shop" (p.7) or relate much about specific novels and works, nor supply revelatory depth about his preeminent writing career. However this must NOT be construed as anything UNexpected, for as evidenced by every interview Jack Vance ever did, he has consistently been disinclined to discuss his works at length, but would rather that they stand on their own. (In the preface to The Best of Jack Vance he declares he does not like "to discuss, let along analyze" his stories. Likewise he has been notoriously reticent [in comparison to peers] to embark on self-promoting campaigns.) Such admirable integrity, as it were, he has carried characteristically into his autobiography, albeit to yowls of his steadfast fans (myself included).

Yet there is PLENTY in this 'bibliographically quiescent' lifestory for any fan comfortably familiar with Vance's marvelous corpus. Out of what he does relate about his life, one can now, with this autobiography in-hand, cull & glean the many influences, antecedents and inspirations to his fantastic stories. THAT, exactly, is what makes this book worth buying. That is exciting.

Following is a recapitulation of these influences, antecedents and inspirations to his writings. It's rather comprehensive, in order to demonstrate just how many there are. However, readers are welcome to skip over all this to the last four paragraphs, below.

In Chapter 1 ("Ch.1"), the rural locale of the Green Lodge Ranch is clearly the founding inspiration to the 'Californiana' of his Joe Bain mysteries (The Fox Valley Murders; The Pleasant Grove Murders; and [in unfinished draft] The Genesee Slough Murders). From Ch.2, the inlets, "sloughs", marinas and numerous islands are utterly evocative of The Fens environs of his book Trullion: Alastor 2262 (Hugo Award nominated). In Ch.3, his fascination with Japanese language, where he digresses a tad to "explain the intricacies of the Japanese system" (p.59), is an obvious progenitor to his book The Languages Of Pao, with its thesis that language precedes conceptualization. Out of Ch.4, his memoir on seamanship as a merchant marine solidly establishes his `sea legs' for such novels as Showboat World and Cugel's Saga (Gilgames Award winner, Best Fantasy Novel 1987), and his anecdotes on portages brings to mind his book Space Opera, plus his duology Ports Of Call and Lurulu. Similarly his talk of ship crews is prototypal to all these plus the first chapter of Big Planet; and ship-life he relates surely yields his credible shipboard depictions in such stories as "The Gift of Gab" (Chateau D'If And Other Stories). Real life Captain Reisendorf, "portentous and grim" whereby Jack came to "admire and even revere this doughty captain" (p.71), is surely archetypal to Henry Belt in one of Jack's own favorite stories, "Sail 25" (Future Tense). Leeriness about being cast overboard and adrift at sea (p.74) finds later realization in his mystery-suspense The Dark Ocean.

In Ch.5, Vance relates about his eventual assay into fine carpentry, which was "interesting and often delicate work, at times requiring the skill of a surgeon"(p.85), certainly an underpinning for his reverent woodworking appreciations in his excellent novel Emphyrio. Also from Ch.5, Vance's involvement with pottery and his "Ceramic Center" project is the antecedent background for "The Potters Of Firsk" (Lost Moons), and for a key element in his mystery The View From Chickweed's Window. (And tantalizing by virtue of being written in rare 1st-person, his protagonist in Strange Notions articulates a notion to take up ceramics.) Ch.6 recounts about travel to Morocco (late 1950's) and the diverse peoples of North Africa, precursory for the setting and characters of The Man In The Cage, winner of the Edgar [Allen Poe] Award for Best First Mystery Novel in 1960. Within Ch.7, description of an anthropologist becoming stuck in an 'L' turn inside a cave discloses a claustrophobia that is explicated years later in quite similar terms in The Killing Machine. His penchant for boats (see Ch.11) inspires invention in many stories, be they sea or space, (the salesroom of assorted space yachts from novel Maske:Thaery jumps to mind); his houseboat (Ch.7) evokes Mad Poet Navarth's abode from The Palace Of Love. The Vance's many ocean-cruises, to include their Panama transit, clearly bear influence on The Dark Ocean as well as some of the Tschai series. Vance's lifetime appreciation for the Oz books (both Ch.1 & Afterward) finds fanciful outlet in his mystery, The Madman Theory, via a model railroad layout that re-creatively transverses an otherwise faithful depiction of the Land of Oz. Likewise, his hobby interest in chess finds expression in the mystery A Room To Die In. All of these are strong and telling correlations.

Further instances can be seen as follows. From Ch.1, Vance's youthful enthrallment with kite-flying (p.16) (no less the later balloon college prank, p.54) very likely provided that seminal spark leading to his sophisticatedly visualized diligence (air-balloon) transport system in the Durdane trilogy (e.g., The Anome). Also Ch.1, a childhood knack at stilt-walking (achieving "the extreme of eight-foot stilts", p.16) possibly percolated into air-walking sandals "stepping as if walking on stilts" from Slaves Of The Klau (original text restored in the re-titled edition Gold And Iron), or anti-gravity webs enmeshed into feet as in The Languages of Pao. Out of Ch.2, his height-defying daring in walking up the cable to the top of the Bay Bridge tower embraces an audacity echoed but amplified to astonishment in "Sjambak". Further from Ch.2, his foray as a young man into mining and gold dredging become expressed with the young prospectors in "Three-Legged Joe" (The Augmented Agent), mining enterprise of "Hard Luck Diggings" (The Complete Magnus Ridolph), fantastic mineralization on a planet in The Five Gold Bands (first published as The Space Pirate), upwelling again with "Sabotage On Sulfur Planet" (Lost Moons), and perhaps influencing the 'hunt' for crystal sequin-clusters (The Dirdir) and tunnel complexes from The Pnume (Hugo Award nominated). A technique from his stint as a rodman in surveying is utilized in "Ultimate Quest" (The Dark Side Of The Moon). Indeed, all his assorted early work-experiences (Ch.2, and also Ch.3 electronics repair in Hawaii) appear to resurface in his protagonist from Son Of The Tree, a young jack-of-all-trades who asserts confidently, "I'm a good mechanic, machinist, dynamist, electrician. I can survey, work out stresses, do various odd jobs. Call myself an engineer."

From Ch.3, Vance's early attraction to astronomy finds expression in much of his writing, some exemplars being "First Star I See Tonight" (Light From A Lone Star), the remarkable star & planetary systems from Star King, stellar navigation as key to the plot in The Killing Machine, and the elaborate multi-sun system of planet Marune (second Alastor Cluster book). Likewise his expertly self-constructed overhead star chart (later, Ch.4) likely flourished within his Alastor series into that widespread pastime of "star-watching" so endemic throughout his inhabited star cluster. From Ch.3, his dip into college newspaper production finds later articulation with the Cosmopolis and the Extant magazines from The Book Of Dreams. The near-campus vicinity of his Alma Mater (UC Berkeley) forms the setting for his mystery The Four Johns (or in the UK as Four Men Called John). (Just as the San Francisco coastal area forms the setting for Bird Isle, [originally published as Isle of Peril].) College gets creatively reformulated in "Assault On A City" (Lost Moons) with the Academy that presents its curriculum via walking conduits, upon which transit is "dictated by assimilative ability". The hair-brained "Thumbwaggers' Club" hitch-hiking excursion is evocative of the misguided, ill-equipped "bonter" foragers from Wyst: Alastor 1716 (third of the Alastor trilogy). From Ch.4, gambling and the Australian "Two-Up" game call to mind the gambling refuge of Maust (The Dirdir), and Jack's initial encounter with skullduggery (p.69) is purely Cugelesque without doubt. His enthrallment in viewing the strikingly sheer Andes Mountains may pose as the inspiration for many of his off-world landscapes, most notably Throy (book 3 of the Cadwal Chronicles).

By Ch.7 the Vance's live for a period (1964) in Tahiti, forerunner for the locale of his mystery The Deadly Isles (1969). The vast Pacific Ocean is clearly the inspirational source for "The Kragen" (1964), later published in book-form as The Blue World (Hugo Award nominated 1966). Travel among South Pacific islands also finds reflection in the story "The Secret" (1966) (Green Magic: The Fantasy Realms of Jack Vance), as well as the salient setting of his Torpeltine island-chain from "Freitzke's Turn" (Galactic Effectuator). In Ch.8, travel through Transylvania and the Carpathian Mountains seem redolent of the orogenic realms of Marune: Alastor 933. By Ch.9 in 1974 they were camping in South Africa, which might find certain parallel in the landscapes of "The Domains of Koryphon", later published in book-form as The Gray Prince. From Ch.9, images and landscapes of Africa, Pakistan and India are suggestive of The Seventeen Virgins, published that same year, (Jupiter Award winner, Best Novelette 1974). Passing reference about a haunting (Ch.10, p.164) and the paranormal (Ch.6, p.110) are subjects tapped in an ample number of his novels & stories, just a sampling being "Telek" (telekinesis), "Four Hundred Blackbirds" (telepathy), "Parapsyche" (afterlife aspects), "The Phantom Milkman" (incorporeal entity), "The Brains of Earth" [also published as Nopalgarth, an omnibus] (the "para-cosmos" and our emotive sixth-sense), Ecce And Old Earth [book 2 of the Cadwal Chronicles] (clairvoyance), if not the truly iconic ghost & demon from his incomparable story-cycle, The Dying Earth.

Throughout the autobiography Vance discusses his interest in music, especially his passion for jazz, but also "strange" yet "intensely beautiful" Balinese gamelan music (p.154). All this finds unmistakable expression in his writing, most eminently in works such as the Durdane trilogy, chiefly book 2 where Etzwane performs with the great "druithine Dystar", but also the poignant story "Noise" (When The Five Moons Rise), and significantly with "The Moon Moth" (The Worlds of Jack Vance), where an adroit musical accompaniment selected from the apt intricate instrument must integrate into every conversation. That milieu is creatively set in contrast with one culture from novel Mask:Theary, where each person wears a "musical adjunct" affixed the to shoulder that continuously plays personalized music "programmed, not by musicians, but by musicologists", and where "the ability to play a musical instrument is so rare as to be considered a freakish eccentricity". (Vance even expands on this culture's theoretical musicology of "personal music" in an annexed Glossary.) But one way or another, as Vance has a character remark in "Assault On A City": '"Out on the station there's always someone with a banjo"'. What Vance additionally relates about jam sessions and parties (e.g., Ch.12) is highly reminiscent of similar episodes from his mysteries The House On Lily Street (where a character enthuses, "Music's a big part of life") and also Take My Face (cited by Vance on p.65 under his preferred title, The Flesh Mask, though he does not explicitly mention its thrice published title). (Generally, his mysteries were published under his real name, John Holbrook Vance.)

A special focus can be given to Vance's keen attentiveness to aristocratic manners, mores, conceits and foibles, related particularly in Ch.5 and his humorous recounting of Mr. Lightbody and "Protocol, Propriety and Politesse". It is no surprise this finds space in his autobiography, for this subject is practically Vance's métier and is thematic in much of his writing. It manifests most crucially in The Last Castle (rare dual-winner of Nebula and Hugo Awards), and in the varied cultures of nobility from his Lyonesse fantasy trilogy, (book 3, Madouc, being World Fantasy Award winner for Best Novel 1989), as well as the satirical pretensions found in village Smolod from the first chapter of The Eyes Of The Overworld (Hugo Award nominated), but ranges also from early books as with the stratified society in To Live Forever (1956) to the redoubtable social cliques in Night Lamp (1996, exactly 40 years later), or in such personages as the exalted Dame Isabel (Space Opera, 1965), to the formidable Dame Clytie Vergence (Araminta Station, 1987, first book of the Cadwal trilogy), as well as the imperious Overmen from "Crusade to Maxus" (The Augmented Agent), the naïve nobles from his Hugo Award nominated story "The Miracle Workers" (Eight Fantasms and Magics), and the Eagle-Dukes of Palasedra (Ch.14 from The Brave Free Men, book 2 of the Durdane trilogy) (dually nominated for Nebula and Hugo Awards), not to mention the formalistic conventions of Rhune gentry-life (Marune: Alastor 933), the Iszic aristocratic-caste's aesthetic purism in The Houses of Iszm, the high culture of Settra exemplified by The Flower of Cath from Blue Jade Palace (Servants of the Wankh, book 2 of the Tschai tetralogy), and the supercilious Methlen of privileged Llalarkno (The Face, book 4 of The Demon Prices quintilogy). In Vance's hands this is endlessly entertaining, and it is edifying to see him give it fresh address in this autobiography.

True, none of the foregoing is spoon fed to readers, for like blood from a turnip Vance retains his ingrained reluctance to "talk shop". Rather, Jack Vance inspires the conduct of sleuthing, every bit in conformance to characters universally throughout his science fiction, mysteries, fantasies and suspense (viz., Bad Ronald). Still, Vance does touch upon several works within his autobiography -- beyond the overtly dedicated (but short) discussion from its Final Word.

I echo other reviewer's laments about the dearth of informative dating, and I would suggest if ever this were republished in a second edition that a year-by-year lifetime chronology be annexed, such as the superbly helpful one offered in The Work of Jack Vance (Modern Authors No. 29) (1994). Similarly beneficial would be a year-based Chronological Bibliography, such as appendix L from Jack Vance: Critical Appreciations And A Bibliography (2000).

My further wish would be for more pictures, with most pictures presented larger. Obviously all fans would cherish more text, were Jack ever so inclined to indulge his legions of devoted fans.

It is worth mentioning that while many titles above are available now only as used books, several recent collections contain many of the titles mentioned:
(A) THE JACK VANCE TREASURY (2007) contains Sail 25, The Gift of Gab, The Miracle Workers, Noise, The Overworld, The Secret, The Moon Moth, and The Last Castle (among others).
(B) THE JACK VANCE READER (2008) contains Emphyrio, The Languages Of Pao, and The Domains Of Koryphon.
(C) WILD THYME, GREEN MAGIC (2009) contains Assault On A City, The Augmented Agent, Chateau D'If, The Potters Of Firsk, and The Seventeen Virgins (among others).
(D) HARD-LUCK DIGGINGS, The Early Jack Vance (2010) contains Hard-Luck Diggings, Three-Legged Joe, Sjambak, and The Absent-Minded Professor [aka: First Star I See Tonight], (among others).
(E) DANGEROUS WAYS (2011) contains the mysteries The Man In The Cage, and The Deadly Isles, and the suspense novel Bad Ronald.

Jack Vance has for decades been a writer I've greatly admired, as much if not more than any other I can think of. Famously reclusive, it seems that now, in his nineties, he has finally decided to share a little of his private life. And he does, giving us a sometimes fascinating, sometimes repetitive accounts of houseboats, travels abroad, old friends, and family members. What he does not give is anything much in the way of insight into his fiction. He warns the reader early on that there is not much "shop talk" here ... fair enough; I wasn't looking for a how-to book. What I was hoping for was some idea of what he thought about his various novels and characters, maybe how his fiction affected his life, other than just by financially supporting it. Forget it -- very little about writing at all, except a brief piece at the end, which he says was forced on him by his "entire general staff, including advisers, adjutants, and amanuenses." He does give a brief list of characters that he liked (including, interestingly, Baron Bodissey, who, as far as I can make out, never appeared as a character at all, but rather as a sort of narrative voice-over). The writing is graceful, of course, as anyone who reads Vance will expect. He disclaims style, but the style is elegant as always and, also as always, there is the sense of a certain reserve.

I had hoped for more, but the book is a pleasant enough travelogue, with many, mostly warm -- sometimes humorous -- stories about old friends; this memoir is perhaps intended more for people he knew than for his readers. At one point, he even says he no longer feels like the same person who wrote, as he puts it, all that "junk." At his age, and with his achievements, maybe he has earned the right to feel beyond it all. In the end, all I can say is, Thank you Mr. Vance for a lifetime of good reading, and for helping keep alive my sense of wonder. I really enjoyed that "junk."

Mr Vance's book - written, like many of his works, while he is blind -gives insight into the triumph of his spirit against adversity, a finely achieved survival which would make a model for Adam Reith's times on Tschai! He tells us of journeys, wanderlust, difficult working tasks. In these you can see the roots of scenes and themes in his books,like jazz,boating on rivers, houseboats, chance, and enchanting, encounters.

If you are looking for a catalogue of his writings and rhetorical analysis of his techniques you will be disappointed - a short final chapter is all you get, because his whole life seems to have been bound up with his writing. And he is throughout generous in his recognition of his late wife Norma's contribution to the stories.

He lists some of the authors that influenced him; he considers the novel his chosen form: as to style, he discovered writing to please yourself (not editors) yielded better results, and he lays down one supreme canon: "the mark of good witing, in my opinion, is that the reader is not aware that the story has been written... the images flow into his mind as if he were living them. The utmost accolade a writer can receive is that the reader is incognizant of his presence". That humble "in my opinion" marks the innate decency of this man wno is one of, if not the, greatest creators of the myths we need for living in these times. Those guests who chatted over their food while he gave one of his rare talks on writing would have done better to listen.

For here is a man whose writing moves on three levels at once -adventure story, imaginative working out of living myth for our age, and profound insight into our human condition with its ferocity and commitments, and its heroes who above all never forgive.

The impact of this book grows on you: without pretention, without fuss, recording the little triumphs and defeats of his life, a very great man here displays his unassuming courage: he is moving, apparently unregretting, onto the final stretch of the journey to annihilation we all must take, where the secrets of a hidden and magical power gleam amidst the darkness of Ultimate Nothing.

This book is made great by its author: buy it, read it, and above all read his works. Then through thought and imagination you may bring yourself to a greater understanding of your life, greater than you will ever get from religious text and professional philosophising.

I'd give 5 stars to the first 1/3 of this volume, and unfortunately about 2 stars to the rest. I don't think I'm alone in finding an elderly person's rich evocation of his or her childhood and early education endlessly fascinating, and this tale also has the advantage of being told in the unique style of Jack Vance. But once the narrative reaches the point where Vance gets married and settles down to a career of writing, about all one hears about are far travels and elaborate dinner parties. It is possible to make worthwhile tales out of vacations to far-flung places, but the average person gives us this: "Well, we took the bus to Parapoota, and we got out and walked around and looked at the ruins and then we got back on the bus and returned to our hotel at Pootapara." With Vance, we get a more polished style, but the same pointless tedium. Reading that someone had a party, or jazz jam session, is equally unrewarding.

Vance's literary career is long and distinguished, and his books have never contained any biographical information about Vance himself, leading some people to conclude he was some kind of recluse. According to this volume, far from it--- but even here, the party-giving Vance and globe-trotting Vance and cornet-playing Vance have little or nothing to say about the writing Vance.

There is a tacked-on section near the back that touches lightly on Vance the professional author, and near it is a shocker (to me anyway) about the (for anyone else, crushing) handicap he worked under during his last two decades of writing.

Jack Vance has always been my favorite science fiction author, and reading this book is a bit like sitting beside the approximately 90-year-old Vance and hearing him reminisce. If it gets dull more than once, well, I've sat beside as many old-timers as I could, to hear their stories, and it always, always gets dull. That's the price you pay to gather the gems along the way, and I found many gems in these pages.

To the reviewers who note that this volume has little of Jack Vance' inner thoughts, I of course agree. But from one of the most famously private of the great authors of science fiction, would you expect otherwise? This to me is a final lesson from a master storyteller, where the messages are between the lines. Myself, I saw Kirth Gerson's grandfather in Vance's own; the many incidents of music in his work illuminated by his recollections of jazz and his own musicianship; his experiences of sea-going life reflected in Ports of Call, Lurulu and others; other more personal connections between the events of his life and his stories I'll leave to others to speculate on, but they are there.

In short I found this first a refreshing memoir about a time and place in America, where times were tough but anything could happen. Next, the sum of Vance' experiences and their relationships to his work I found fascinating -- nearly every page evoked for me one of his novels or stories. Lastly, the tone of the work I found full of generosity, inventiveness and toughness -- qualities too rare in authors, but abundant in Vance' heroes and heroines and, as I perceive, in Vance himself.

Jack Vance is my favorite write of any fiction regardless of genre. So when I saw that an autobiography was being released, I ordered it immediately. I didn't know what to expect, but I was sure that there would be some insight into his creative habits. At the very least, I expected that it might be possible to look at his life experiences and see how they influenced the writings at that time.

This book has none of that; in fact, it's hard to place Vance's life events into a timeline--there just aren't too many dates given. And while that's not entirely a bad thing, it just makes it difficult to say what may have inspired a certain story.

Vance's life is told in a breezy, easygoing manner and in some parts revert to edited stream of conciousness. That's appropriate since Vance dictated the book to a friend.

I still rate the book very highly despite all of this. Vance traveled throughout the world and saw a great many sites, yet he glosses over these and reflects instead on the people and friends that he and his wife and son met on these trips.

Overall, I recommend this book to every Vance fan.

Vance says up front that shop-talk about writing is going to be scarce, and that's certainly true -- but that's not what makes this book so disappointing. It's just so utterly unreflective. It doesn't illuminate the subject at all -- the title shouldn't be THIS IS ME, JACK VANCE, since we get very little insight into who Jack Vance is or why. It would be better titled, THIS IS SOME STUFF I, JACK VANCE, DID. BUT NOT IN ANY DETAIL.

The book is full of, "Hey, and then I met this guy, and boy, was he a character! We had some great times, and then he left and I never did see him again," or "And we invited the neighbor family over for a party, and they all came in a bus and they had a big tub of ice and beer with them, and wow, you never saw a party like that, no sir!" And then on to the next thing.

What made it a hell of a party, aside from it being well attended and there being beer on ice? Couldn't tell you, Vance is already on to the next thing. The book is chock-a-bloc with incidents that get told, dropped, and forgotten, as if there was no point to telling us in the first place. Did any of this shape Vance? Cause him to think deeply about anything? Ever? Can't tell by this book.

He was working in Pearl Harbor mere days before the attack, he subsequently worked in a shipbuilding yard for a while, and then when the draft was coming enlisted in the Navy, but for all that there's a narrow escape and a military career described, there's no sense of how Vance felt about the war. Was he patriotic? Was he self-interested? Did he lose friends during the Pearl Harbor attack? He must have, but they're not mentioned. The war's just one more thing that happened, and whether he felt patriotic and determined to fight, whether he was angry, whether he was just angling for the safest way to see the war through with the least effort; it just doesn't come up. It's just anecdote after anecdote, with no there there, to borrow from Gertrude Stein.

Vance did a lot of stuff, and from the anecdotes in this book I can tell he had a fascinating life. He has no interest whatsoever in letting the reader into it, though; reading it is like listening to a guy drone on and on about himself at a cocktal party, never at anything but a light surface level, and never with a point to any of it.

I don't mind that he doesn't talk much about writing, but I'd like to have gotten more of a picture of why he wanted to be a writer than, "My mom had the Tarzan and John Carter books, and I discovered WEIRD TALES and subscribed, and remember some of the writers' names. And hey, I was convinced one of those crazy names was a pseudonym, but, well, I found out years later that it wasn't."

I'd like to have gotten more of a picture of why he did anything. But if any of the stuff he did affected him, shaped his life or decisions, made him struggle or despair or feel triumph or love or anger or anything, he just can't be bothered to say. Having a car that broke down and was eventually abandoned gets more attention than his breaking into the writing field or courting and marrying his wife. And his wartime experiences are more about that time he got drunk in South America or got dropped on his butt while maintaining the ship than about any thoughts he might of had on what the war or his place in it meant.

The book is probably valuable to Vance scholars, in that its first-person reminiscences might serve some biographer well as partial notes toward an actually-good biography.

But as it stands, it's unpublishably bad. At one point, he's in the South Seas, and he tells a story about a memorable building on an island he seems never to have been to; he's simply recounting an anecdote he read about. And that makes him think of another anecdote he read about somewhere, so he throws that in, too. Completely irrelevant.

And the book is full of stuff like the bit where he says his son was reading Gerald Durrell while they were in Corfu, and since they were near where Durrell was said to live, they figured they'd go find the house, and they looked for it, but didn't find it. Oh well, no matter. [I haven't telescoped that anecdote, by the way. That's all the detail he gives it. On the next page, he mentions that the place they were staying, their landlady got them to drive her in to the market so she could buy some corn on the cob, and they looked forward to having corn on the cob that night, but she didn't serve any. Oh well, no matter.]

He describes a trip to Ireland, and throws in an irrelevant aside about how peat is cut and dried; it illuminates nothing, but hey, he figured he'd tell you about peat, so he does. Fifteen pages later, he returns to Ireland, so he tells you about peat again. This kind of duplication is the sort of thing that happens in oral memoirs (he dictated the book and it was assembled from transcriptions), but you'd generally cut the repetition at the editing stage. I can only assume that the people at Subterranean didn't dare cut anything because the book is so woefully short to begin with, and whatever value it has is as a bare transcription of Vance's memories, not as a memoir at all.

It's a handsome edition, I'll give it that. Subterranean puts together a good-looking book. But what's inside is horribly inadequate.

Reading about Mr. Vance, how he lived, his attitude on life....was enlightening and touching. He has lived a life with little regret, seen the world and shared his gift.

Jack Vance has never gotten the vast celebrity he deserves for his extensive volume of science fiction and mystery work. It is always interesting to read the biograpy of great authors to capture a sense of their creative writing ability. This work gives the reader a great background of Jack's life and how it apparently affected his writing. I have found that biographical articles or books on the older science fiction authors is as fascinating as their fiction. There is only one odd sentence in this book and that is when Jack refers to his body of work as "junk". This was the first author to win the triple crown of awards, namely the Edgar, Hugo and Nebula. ALL of Jack's books are a joy to read!!

The better name for this book would be: The list places I have visited, some people I have met, and not much else. Certainly Jack Vance tells very little of himself, and practically nothing of his writing. The book consists mainly about simple and short anecdotes about people no one has ever heard of in style of: "the hotel owner such-and-such was pretty friendly in some-or-other place. We used our car to take her to town, as she had no car of her own, and we got to be very friendly with her. We never heard anything about her later". Doh. We also learn that he got stuck be a bee in some meadow, or him saw once a nice looking girl in some bar, with whom he fell in love instantly. The girl or the "love" are never mentioned again. The book feels like a stream of consciousness reminiscences. If you want learn something about his writing, how he got his ideas, how he got published, what he was thinking when he was writing, or anything you usually are excepting when you are reading an author biography, you will be deeply disappointed. I thought that the first part of the book was boring. (There he mainly tells of several different jobs he worked on), and I was excepting to get to the interesting parts later when he started his career as author. However, the last part of the book was even worse. Who is interest about the list of places he has visited? The book doesn't even work as a travelogue as he tells practically nothing about the places he mentions. This most likely going to on the last place on mine list of "related works" category - it is hard to imagine that any of other nominees could be worse. And certainly "no award" will be in the higher position. By far one of the worst things I have read this year.