RIP, Christopher Lee.

He was 93, which is not a bad run at all. As to Christopher Lee’s life: well, I am reminded of this passage from Snow Crash:

Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, and devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.

Hiro used to feel this way, too, but then he ran into Raven. In a way, this was liberating. He no longer has to worry about being the baddest motherfucker in the world. The position is taken.

I mean, I wouldn’t have messed with the man. My prayers and good wishes for his family and loved ones.

8 thoughts on “RIP, Christopher Lee.”

  1. I won’t believe it until Peter Cushing confirms the news.

    But if he really is gone, then at least he’s making thrash metal with Charlemagne right now.

  2. I had the pleasure of meeting him (briefly) during a book signing at a SFHF con many years ago. A very gracious and erudite man.

  3. Excellent quote from an excellent book. Andy yes, he was a great actor who should have received even more recognition… The Good, The Bad and The Ugly still remains one of the best.

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