Just learned that Mr. Frederik Pohl died earlier this week.
Mr. Pohl was one of those writers I had always hoped I’d be lucky enough to meet some day. But time ran out, I guess. I think I liked his Space Merchants best, but it’s been a long time since I plundered the shelves of my local library in my youth, and as an adult, I mostly liked him because he was a self-made science man. He read and dreamed and wrote about science because he liked it. That’s why he once said he never did any research. He loved what he did, and he did what he loved.
My favourite quote from him is this: A good science fiction story should be able to predict not the automobile but the traffic jam.
I hope one day that I can produce at least one truly great traffic jam.
Rest in peace, Mr. Pohl.