My old friend Rory Root, a groundbreaking comics seller from the Bay Area, died a little while ago, apparently following complications from extensive surgery for a ruptured hernia.
Rory’s store was Comic Relief in Berkeley. Rory called it "The Comic Bookstore," and so it was. It always had the ambience of a bookstore. As a writer, you felt good being there.
Rory was massively supportive to me, to Laurenn, to everybody. The only people who ever had a bad word for him were the people who thought he should give them all his fucking blood just for showing up, when he’d already given them half of it because they were in comics and he wanted to help. Rory was always a class act, and, in a field that has way too few of those, we really couldn’t spare him.
So pissed off right now. We couldn’t spare you.