115. Tom Clancy, 66, April 12, 1947 - October 1, 2013:
Writer; American novelist; undisclosed illness
I read his first novel, "The Hunt For Red October", in 1984, in college, and loved it, despite its obvious love affair with conservative American politics throughout (yeah, definitely NOT a good thing). It's a better tale than it is right-wing propaganda, which one cannot honestly state with regard to his succeeding novels. In his second novel - also a ripping yarn - "Red Storm Rising", from 1986, Clancy's nostalgia for the Cold War became obvious and more of his politics seeped into the work. By the time I reached his sixth novel, "The Sum Of All Fears", in 1991, the story-telling had become formulaic and the propaganda had become laughable. So, naturally, I stopped reading him. Apparently he published another fourteen novels after this, having become a reliable publishing brand à la Stephen King. St. Ronnie Raygun loved him, which should have been the kiss of death but, instead, was accepted as high praise by the writer himself. Uh-huh. 'Nuff said.
Still, I will say this: when adapted for the big screen, it seems that all of his novels are truly kick-ass. That's gotta count for something.