The old master died peacefully yesterday. There’s a wonderful obituary from Lev Grossman at TIME here.
““If you stuff yourself full of poems, essays, plays, stories, novels, films, comic strips, magazines, music, you automatically explode every morning like Old Faithful,” he once said. “I have never had a dry spell in my life, mainly because I feed myself well, to the point of bursting.” He sold his first story in 1941 to Super Science Stories and never looked back. He had an essay in the New Yorker last week.”
He’ll be missed.
R.I.P. indeed. He will be missed.
This is sad. Most of the writers I love are dead.
Damn.
It is sad – at least he lived a long, full life, and put out a prodigious amount of writing. We’ll always have that.
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