Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
David Bowie, rock’s best and most glittery Star Man, died yesterday, just after his 69th birthday (January 8) and the release of a jazz album, Blackstar. In addition to taking us to Mars and falling to Earth, Mr. Bowie was also a well-read gent. His public Facebook page lists his Top 100 books, and sf/f are represented, along with other fiction and non-fiction that had a great deal of influence on the speculative genres (Dante’s Inferno, Julian Jayne’s The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind, Elaine Pagel’s The Gnostic Gospels). Talk of forming a Bowie Book Club has bounced around the Internet since his posting of the list in 2013. If one gets started, I would join. How could I refuse the man who could transform and transcend the base kitsch of our lives with his sparkle, as I am reminded every December when “Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy” comes ’round the radio again?