R.I.P. Bruce Brown

 

 

I knew Bruce Brown a little through the store where I used to work. Chad introduced us shortly after I started working there, and while I wouldn’t say we were ever more friends than casual acquaintances, he was always a nice guy with a friendly smile who was fun to talk to about what he was working on. That by itself rare enough to find hanging out at your local comic shop, even when it’s not attached to someone like Bruce, who had a genuine talent.

If you knew him, you already know how much poorer the world is for his absence, and if you didn’t, your world will be poorer for not having the stories he didn’t get a chance to tell.

9 thoughts on “R.I.P. Bruce Brown

  1. Bruce was a friend and I miss him. His run on Brit was fantastic and his two Batman stories were impressive. He could have done so much more.

  2. That’s just awful. I read and loved all three of the Brit trade paperbacks and found Brown’s writing to be wry and funny, epic and action-packed. A true loss.

  3. No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less…any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind…
    -John Donne

    We are all the poorer for his loss.

  4. Terrible, terrible news.

    One of those guys who accumulated nicknames (and occasionally pen names), Bruce Brown was always Tripp to me. We were at USC at the same time and crossed paths a lot, strangely without ever realizing that we shared a love of comics. It wasn’t until Sanford Greene introduced him to me officially — probably under a different name than the one I knew — that I ever got to talk to him about comics.

    The exact opposite of a bad penny, Tripp always showed up when you least expected him, and just when you thought you had him pegged, he’d bring a whole new take on something to the table. And then you’d go back to the drawing board, trying to “figure that guy out” again.

    I never sought Tripp out. He just — showed up. At the store, of course, where I knew him as a patron for years. As a creator at Heroes Con or in Eric Woodard’s Vineyard Press books. Once in a Batman story that everyone but me seemed to know was happening. He even showed up in the family of someone I went to school with but haven’t talked to in years. Most recently, I ran into him at a restaurant, and although I was planning to get my lunch as take-out, I wound up sitting and eating half of mine with Tripp before he had to jet off to some other appointment.

    Tripp seemed to be everywhere, and yet I never noticed he was in the room until he slyly joined a conversation I was having with someone else — or until I recognized his distinctive laugh coming from another conversation somewhere else in the room. Funny how large and impossibly present he seems now that he’s gone.

  5. While his Brit was never my cup of tea I thought he had so much potential as a writer. It’s a shame to see such a clearly talented person gone from the field so soon.