News today that José Saramago, renowned Portuguese author, has died at 87. His work was acknowledged with a richly deserved Nobel Prize in 1998.
I am greatly saddened by this news. I loved his books; they were such immersive reading experiences that I can remember my exact surroundings as I read each one. I recall that I read Baltasar & Blimunda in a small paperback (my first Saramago) while on a long-distance bus trip. When I think about it I can even recall the scenery that I saw as I looked up from the book. I remember The Cave (a favourite) as I read late into the night, despite having to work in the morning. And, I suppose fortunately, I haven't read all of Saramago's earlier work so I have something to pick up now, in memory of the great writer who has left the world a legacy of deep, original thought, told beautifully.