I was sad and sorry to learn of the death of the Scottish writer Iain Banks at the age of 59.
I tried to read some of his books over the years but didn't find them to my taste. I felt sad because he came across as such a pleasant, happy man. You don't have to like an artist's work to have a real sense of the importance of the creative, innovative work they do. In that sense it is not important what an artist creates but rather the plain reality that they create at all.
Here's to Iain Banks. A life fully led, a life happily experienced and explored. I feel lucky to have had him and the plethora of other Scottish artists who stimulate and challenge our lives every day.