No real information yet. He died in the hospital at 66. While I never read any of his stuff, my dad loved his work. Also, you have to admire what he did for his genre. He took spy/military novels to a whole new level.
Oh wow...that makes me sad. My grandfather loved his books and I read Patriot Games in middle school. I connect his books to images of my grandpa sitting in his chair and reading.
There was some cybercrime series his name was on but I don't think he wrote that I remember reading in middle school when I was really into computers. (Found it, it was called Net Force. Thanks wikipedia!) He was one of the last authors I remember reading for fun before the torture of high school required reading.
This makes me sad. In the last few years I've been on a project to read all the mega popular authors/books people are always talking about. After (I think) 7 or 8 Jack Ryan books, he struck me as the one who far and away had the best understanding of the craft. It was like James Bond, but well done. His heroes had losses, good guys died, people who died were mourned, and not everything every character did made sense/served the plot. He even gave people phobias that sometimes got better and sometimes got worse.
That sucks. Without Remorse was just a really cool book. I liked what I read of his work.
Wow, total bummer, I have a lot of fond memories regarding his work and IP's.
The first movie I remember seeing in theaters was The Hunt for Red October, with my dad and brother. And a cousin who could not sit the fuck down and shut up. It's still one of my favorite movies, Alec Baldwin notwithstandin (Harry Ford is the only Jack Ryan, IMHO).
After seeing Patriot Games, I began to appreciate movies as film, and art. I also knew I had to read his books.
That didn't happen until Rainbow Six, for which I was ridiculed when I couldn't put it down during a family reunion on the beach. I still hear about it thirteen or fourteen years later and there a photo of me in beach wear with my nose buried in the pages. I was then on a mission to collect hardback editions of his work. Consequently, I became very familiar with used bookstores and the thrill of the book-treasure hunt, and my shelves have not stopped filling since.
And speaking of Rainbow Six, the N64 video game was a great way to kill some time. Years later, on the Xbox 360, my brother and our two best friends of nearly 27 years (who are also brothers), each purchased the game, and were able to have marathon gaming sessions with each other despite being up to 600 miles apart. A lot of our inside jokes with each other are R6 jokes created while the four of us played.
I remember my dad reading the Clancy pocket paper backs, and, like The Hobbit and LOTR, I wanted to read what my dad read, I wanted to know what secrets lie within, what did my dad get out of these little paper productions. I had to discover this secret of his.
I only ever finished about half of the Jack Ryan series, but they are always nearby. They are a comfort, a waiting escape, a trove of treasured memories and moments throughout my life.
And on a final note, Clacy's work has, on several occasions, been the only way I've connected with what would otherwise be a non reader. It never hurts to read the commercial authors, and I doubt anyone here would argue, but his wild and prolific success doesn't detract from his work, and at least some folks I've met only read books because they could read Tom.
Whaaaat!? We just lost a great one, what else can I say?