On March 26th, 2011, Diana Wynne Jones passed away from her illness. She had lung cancer for nearly two years before it claimed her. She was 76.
I still remember that day. I had joined a Diana Wynne Jones mailing list to meet other fans and discuss her work. And my inbox had so many emails from the mailing list that I thought a new book had been announced. But no, it was not a new book. It was news of her passing, and fans were sharing their grief.
In 2009, when I had found out she had been diagnosed with lung cancer, I had found a colorful blank card that reminded me of a cover you might see on one of her books and wrote her a long letter. Even though I knew she was sick, I was still shocked when she passed. I hoped she would have been able to beat it.
I read all the messages from the mailing list, and I cried. I cried for someone I didn’t know. Someone who I had never met, nor would I get the chance to. I was devastated. She had inspired me so much with my own writing. And now, she was gone.
Today marks ten years since the death of Diana Wynne Jones. The only mention of it I’ve seen is from the Diana Wynne Jones group I belong to on Facebook.
I would say she is fairly well-known. A few of her books have been made into films, but she is not a household name. She’s not a name people will recognize as such authors like J.K. Rowling or Stephen King.
Diana Wynne Jones is a hidden gem. Her fantasy worlds are quirky and charming yet comforting in a way. She was a fantastic writer, and I still miss her. I feel the world has dulled some since her passing.
There will never be another Diana Wynne Jones. But there is still her family And the fans are still here. We are forever changed by the words of this amazing woman. Ten years on, she is still deeply missed and not forgotten.