Jay

I’m getting damn tired of writing obituaries in this space.
It’s bad enough when I write about the honored veterans of the field, like Fred Pohl, who died full of years and honors. But it’s far more discouraging to write about someone talented and joyous and unforgettable who was taken before his time, before he had a chance to write all the works that would have assured his place in the field’s collective (and sadly flawed) memory.
Not that Jay Lake didn’t write great stuff. 10 novels, over 30...