In memoriam, Robert Sheckley

While he had been sick for a while – anyone who followed sf knew he had been seriously ill – still, his passing is a huge sadness.

While I'm not sure it was the first Sheckley story I read, I can still recall, vividly, reading "Warm" when I was in college; it was one of those moments where you think, 'my god, this guy really is inside my head.' Yeah, an experience that most fans are oh, so familiar with; his haunting and yet playful voice, one of those experiences where you surface from the text, and nothing in the 'real' world is ever, really, quite the same again. One of the highest compliments you can pay to an sf author is that they can do that to you. And man, he could.

We'll miss him.

Sheckley's official site