Oh, G-d. . .

[xiphias]

John M. Ford died early this morning.

He was the beloved of elisem. And beloved of, well, pretty much everyone else, too

Comments

[beaq]

I do miss the hell out of him. I am having a hard time believing how much it genuinely hurts. Good. It ought to hurt.

[pocketnaomi]

I never met him, never read any of his prose, but 110 Stories is somewhere in my five favorite poems of all time. I'm sorry he's gone. I'm glad he lived long enough to see New York on its feet and dancing again.

Can you, or someone else reading this, direct me to a source for more of his poetry, please? I've read the few pieces that were linked from the Making Light page, but I'd like more if it's available.

[juliansinger]

Bibliography.

Dunno if that'll help, but I hope so.

[damascene]

Both of the collections -- From the End of the Twentieth Century and Heat of Fusion (which was published after that bibliography) -- include some of Mike's best poetry but not nearly all.

Another collection is the chapbook Timesteps, of which DreamHaven Books has a copy available in their online stock list (it appears to be Gordy Dickson's old copy, by the inscription, in case that adds to the value it might have for you), and elisem probably also has a small stash since she often sells them at her jewelry table at conventions and will hopefully continue doing so.

Good hunting,
the bibliographer

[kelfstein]

Never met him but you make his loss more direct. I miss the hell out of him.

[nancylebov]

Afaik, his Star Trek books led to rules guaranteeing that nothing like them would be professionally published again. I'm not sure what the rule for _How Much for Just the Planet?_ was (possibly "no musical comedy"), but I'm pretty sure _The Final Reflection_ led to a rule requiring at least some human characters.

[juliansinger]

Which is kind of annoying because it was /damn good/ and didn't need any more human characters than it already had.

[john_m_burt]

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