I lost a tremendous friend and mentor on November 14th with the untimely death of Gordon Ryan, an author of exceptionally realistic political thrillers and historical novels. Gordon was more than just a friend, he was my first friend in the burgeoning world of independent publishing using electronic media. His advice, guidance, and prodding were always welcomed as I worked my way through this new landscape.
Gordon was a Recon Marine and served in Vietnam where he was exposed to Agent Orange. After the war, he worked for over twenty-five years as the chief administrator of many municipalities around the United States before retiring to Christchurch, New Zealand with his beloved wife, Colleen. I cannot do justice to his remarkable career as a marine, a city administrator, and author. A devout Mormon, Gordon was eulogized in detail on the blog, Dawning of a Brighter Day, a website that promotes Mormon literature. I encourage you to read his memorial HERE.
Gordon succumbed to Cardiac AL Amyloidosis, which developed as a result of his exposure to Agent Orange. In a very real sense, this Marine died because he fought for our country.
Gordon wasn’t just my friend, he was a friend and mentor to so many of the new voices that have been unlocked through the wonder of electronic media and Kindles. Although he had been a published author for some years, he embraced this new movement and quickly became a leader in its development. He was a teacher to all of us struggling authors.
Gordon, Mike Wallace, and I partnered on a very successful joint venture combining our works into a box set that showed how thrillers can be done in different ways, each with a different voice, but all with the element of thrills that kept you reading to the last page. Gordon’s specialty was very realistic political thrillers that foretold events that could easily be lifted from the pages of today’s newspapers. Rather than highlighting just one book, I recommend that you visit Gordon;s website,
Gordon Ryan was my friend, confidant, mentor, and partner, but I never met him, shook his hand, or heard his voice.
Our friendship solely existed in this electronic world we call the internet and through emails. He was nonetheless one of the best friends that I have ever had.