Tom Clancy, whose complex, adrenaline-fueled military novels spawned a new genre of thrillers and made him one of the world’s best-known and best-selling authors, died on Tuesday in Baltimore. He was 66.
Mr. Clancy, who grew up in Baltimore, died at Johns Hopkins Hospital after a brief illness, his lawyer, J. W. Thompson Webb, said on Wednesday.........
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Yes, very sad indeed! I have enjoyed many of his books over the years!
Luckily, we don't have to go cold turkey when it comes to his books. There is a Jack Ryan novel scheduled for release December 3 called "Command Authority". It is even available for pre-order on Amazon.
Wow, sad... and only 66. That's not that old in these days of modern medicine. I think I've read everything he's ever written. He and his talent will be missed.
My brain is like an Internet browser; 12 tabs are open and 5 of them are not responding, there's a GIF playing in an endless loop,... and where is that annoying music coming from?
I picked up Patriot Games when starting a 10 hour journey home at the end of a vacation. It was my first Clancy. For the next 3 days I did nothing except read, eat, sleep and work. He will be missed.
hhfarang wrote:Wow, sad... and only 66. That's not that old in these days of modern medicine. I think I've read everything he's ever written. He and his talent will be missed.
No cause of death was not stated in the announcement. All accounts I've seen said he smoked like a chimney.
Many years ago, I was flying out of Jacksonville NC after a visit to Cherry Point Marine Corps Air Station (and a look at the yet-to-be deployed MV-22s). I had just purchased the latest Clancy hardback and settled into a coffee shop to read and pass time while waiting for my flight. As I'm reading, I slowly realized that one of the two men sitting at the table next to me working on their laptops, was the spitting image of TC. I looked at the photo on the book jacket, then the man sitting next to me, several times trying to decide if it was him or not. After a minute he looked up at me, smiled and nodded, then returned his attention to his laptop. I'm 100% certain it was him, and wished that he would have offered to autograph my book. I didn't want to ask for one, but his simple gesture of a nod and a smile was enough. He seemed like a good, gracious individual.
