I'm scouring LJ for news of and reactions to John M. Ford's passing - see
elisem,
papersky and
wild_irises - I wish I'd gotten in early enough to post a simple, shocked "No comment" and let it go at that. But that would be disingenuous at this point. I was a junior editor at Pocket Books working with David G. Hartwell on the Timescape line, when Mike published his very first novel there, and got to know him well then - my roommates & I encouraged him to leave the stifling Midwest where he was working as an orderly in a nursing home or something, and come to New York to try his wings. He lived in our apartment for some time, and housesat for us when we were away. He had the most extraordinary handwriting: an elegant italic, from which flowers grew. I am very sorry that the hordes of people who fell in love with him for his online posts never got to experience his words as they were pre-computer: the arrival of an envelope with close pages of lined paper filled with that hand . . . .


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I didn't know Mike or his writing, and have read several things about him today (e.g., Neil's journal. Also a bit on The Whatever and Making Light.) The posts were just news about someone I never knew until I read your paragraph ... and felt the sadness; the special person with that beautiful hand-script will write no more. I'm so sorry you lost a friend.
P.
E., you'll tell Mimi?
That is good news indeed! I pity the person who would have to transcribe my own hieroglyphic novel handscrawls . . . that clear and lucid writing is one final gift he kindly left behind.
But I'm very glad to hear about the manuscript recovery. Really, there should be an image archive of his manuscripts somewhere some day.
Or is there not enough beer in the world, or enough people, either, to create all those lines?
It is much too soon to know what's there.
xiphias
tfbretz
The only work of his I'm familiar with is How Much for Just the Planet, which is wonderful, and if he's even half the person he would seem to be from having written it (and by all accounts he was much more), then we are all the poorer for his passing.
His research was impeccable, as witness the chase in Company of Night which is not only instantly recognisable to anyone who lives or works in that part of London, but 100% accurate.
I regret so much that I never met him, or heard him speak, but only knew him through his books. I reget even more that there will be no more books.
Thank you, Dr. Mike. You'll be missed.
But on the other hand, and least I got to know /something/.
Sigh.
Still, it's incredibly early at this point . . .
And they loved him, so it's not like they're trying to repress anything or something. (See also some of the comments upstream, here.)