I just learned the Frederik Pohl died yesterday. I’ve been trying to figure out why this bothers me so much. While I’ve read some of his work, I’ve never been a huge fan . . . it’s not like when Heinlein died in ’88. Now THAT was a bad day.
I think it’s because I’m afraid Pohl was the last of the great Golden Age authors still alive. He wasn’t the last of the Futurians (the internet tells me David Kyle is still with us), but all the other Futurians whose fiction I know have passed: Isaac Asimov, Damon Knight, James Blish. And since I’ve spent the last three or four days writing and re-writing about Golden Age authors, I’m probably overly sensitive. Still . . . it’s a sad day.
[image: “Expedition to Eden” by Emsh, from ISFDB.org]