One of my favorite authors working in the science fiction genre, Arthur C. Clarke, passed away today at the age of 90. I will never forget the wonder I felt when I read 2001: A Space Odyssey (in an attempt to better understand the Stanley Kubrick film). I didn’t realize the towering height of his imagination, though, until I later read Rendezvous with Rama, and boggled at the humanity he was able to bring to very hard SF stories. It’s a talent which to this day eludes many authors, in every genre.
Farewell, Mr. Clarke, and thanks.