Being so new to The Cimmerian, I never met Steve Tompkins personally (living in Australia, I’d have found it hard) or, sadly, corresponded with him while he was still living. So all I know of him comes from my reading his posts and articles — but they say quite a lot. It’s clear that Steve Tompkins is a great loss.
I’ve been reading his contributions on The Cimmerian since I first became aware of the website, though I haven’t by any means perused them all, and won’t have time to before the anniversary of his death on the 23rd. But after reading just some of his offerings, I can fully believe the statement concerning him in About The Bloggers that “he was likely the single most well-read individual in all of fantasy fandom” and “one of the field’s most perceptive, unique and delightful critics.” These are tributes whose dead-on-target truth is conspicuous. Steve Tompkins had wit, perception, wide-ranging knowledge and a command of language that allowed him to express all these with enormous readability.
This means something — actually, a lot — to me personally, since Mr. Tompkins said very kind things about my work, even going so far as to compare Ravens’ Gathering with Poul Anderson’s Hrolf Kraki’s Saga — a compliment that literally made my jaw sag. If you haven’t read the Saga of King Hrolf Kraki as Anderson recounts it, and don’t, you’ll be robbing yourself.
Even an incomplete reading of what Steve Tompkins produced shows how broad his tastes were, and all of it was stimulating. “Green Hell, Golden Civilization,” about Fawcett’s discovery of unexpectedly great achievements in the Amazon basin by its native peoples, made me vow, “I have to find out more about this!” (and I will). His three-part essay, ”Derleth Be Not Proud,” (nice pun) showed genuine appreciation of Lovecraft’s work and a far more erudite knowledge of his influence than I have. It taught me plenty about it that I hadn’t known before.
“Thongor. Brak. Conan. One of These Things Is Not Like the Others … “ is such a spirited, passionate — and cogent — defence of REH’s unique quality as a writer that I’ll bet money, if an afterlife exists, Steve is hoisting a beer — or a large Jack Daniels — with Robert E. Howard right now, and that they are finding each other congenial.
That George MacDonald Fraser, Arthur C. Clarke and Charlton Heston were members of his personal pantheon along with Howard is further proof that we’d have been compatible. Maybe our opinions would have differed sometimes, but I can be sure that Steve’s would always have been well-informed and provided food for thought. With regard to the men mentioned above, I trust Steve Tompkins is having a drink with them too.
Considering that all of them are gone from us makes me remember some words from another MacDonald. John D., through the mouth of his high-level beach bum and retriever, Travis McGee. “They keep emptying out the world. The good ones all stand on trapdoors so cunningly fitted into the woodwork that you don’t see them until it’s too late. And they keep pulling those lousy trip cords.”