Yahoo! News reports that one of my favorite authors died in a car accident.
I've only read five of his books (The Powers that Be, The Best and the Brightest, The Amateurs, Summer of '49 and Playing for Keeps: Michael Jordan and the World He Made) But I cannot forget his prose. Nor my awe in reading them.
If I could write like he did, I would die happy. His writing seemed to flow effortlessly, all the sentences are beautifully crafted. He makes reality seem more real. His death is a great loss.
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