A Son of the Rock

Yesterday I was reminded of the death of the Science Fiction writer Algis Budrys.

I have five of his books on my shelves – none of those was written more recently than 1967 and I read all of them a long time ago now – but I remember them as atmospheric and a bit scary.

The Guardian obituary is here.

With a track record in questioning identity as in “Who?” “Rogue Moon” and “Michaelmas” it’€™s a wonder he wasn’€™t Scottish.

With that in mind I’ll need to read more of him sometime.