Isle of the Dead, Zelazny. Yes. I’ve been afraid lately to re-read some of the favorites of my youth, fearing my increasing crankiness will render them unreadable. Isle of the Dead is one of the most idiosyncratic works Zelazny published, but I don’t hate it. It was written in 1969, and it shows its age, but the man was a great writer, and his penchant for writing works such as this one, This Immortal, and He Who Shapes does not obscure his gift. Now I’m wondering why I don’t want to put Lord of Light in the same category. Maybe I’ll read it again and find out.