Frederik Pohl has died
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I always thought that could be the HN motto.
His role in supporting other authors can't be overlooked, either -- check out his two-part blog account of how Delaney's Dhalgren got published (1).
One of the other remarkable things I discovered about Pohl through his blog is just how long he was involved with science fiction. This 2009 post talks about what it was like being a hard-core sci-fi fan in the 1930s (2). I read another one (can't find it now) where he talks about joining the first "con" in the same decade, and meeting some early writers. Almost all of them were gone by the time he wrote the blog post ... he was the last one who remembered that era of raw imagination, and had lived to see many future technologies and concepts become reality. His writing reflected a pessimism about humanity, but also a sense of hope.
Thank you, Mr. Pohl, for your gifts to the world.
1. http://www.thewaythefutureblogs.com/2010/11/chip-delany/
2. http://www.thewaythefutureblogs.com/2009/09/let-there-be-fan...
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There are many 'back in the day' stories archived there. It's bothering me quite a bit that his latest "To be continued" won't.
He also wrote a lot about the early days of science fiction in his 1978 memoir, The Way the Future Was. I was particularly fascinated by his association with the Futurians, a NY-based science fiction club which included Isaac Asimov, James Blish, and Cyril Kornbluth.
http://www.worldcat.org/title/way-the-future-was-a-memoir/oc...
It may be. The blog says that they have a thick file of stuff that he meant to post and will likely continue for a while.
This feels like the passing of an era to me.
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. . . then someone else finishes the day off with:
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Pohl was not a young man anymore, but it still makes me think what a difference a day makes, and if I live every day as wisely as I can . . .
He finally hitched that Heechee ride.
And indeed, it is really impressive and interesting! Lots of food for thought on them.
And considering a game cannot have much story as a book, it is only a glimpse of Mr. Pohl full body of work, but it still is really, really impressive and awesome.
- What happens after you die?
- If possible would you record your consciousness into a computer?
- If some kind of human recordings and/or simulations are possible
what happens to the source person's inheritance/belongings?
- How would consciousness cope with energy outages?
- What of human - computer love affairs?
- Can we correctly analyse Extra Terrestrial artefacts?
- How would science and society behave in rationing possible synthetic food
in case of global famine or drought?
- If we ever build synthetic body parts that's
absolutely compatible with human bodies and can replace
old/defect ones who can reach these?
I'm very sorry about Mr.Pohl's death. If a human recording was possible he was someone worthy of binary encoding.(edit styling)
I can't help but think of this Kurt Vonnegut quote (He put these words into the mouth of a character, Eliot Rosewater, who gate-crashed and addressed a conference of SF writers):
"I love you sons of bitches. You’re all I read any more. You're the only ones who’ll talk all about the really terrific changes going on, the only ones crazy enough to know that life is a space voyage, and not a short one, either, but one that’ll last for billions of years. You’re the only ones with guts enough to really care about the future, who really notice what machines do to us, what wars do to us, what cities do to us, what big, simple ideas do to us, what tremendous misunderstanding, mistakes, accidents, catastrophes do to us. You're the only ones zany enough to agonize over time and distance without limit, over mysteries that will never die, over the fact that we are right now determining whether the space voyage for the next billion years or so is going to be Heaven or Hell."
(from 'God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater' 1965)
Of course, "Sirens of Titan" is the other great one.
I also liked his Man Plus novel ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man_Plus ), which pointed out the uneasy relationship between sensory input and brain, at a time the subject was not yet popular.
(The purpose of the human modifications in that novel is Mars colonization. I feel it is somehow a serious answer to Clifford D. Simak's City [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/City_%28novel%29 ], a poetic tale where humans leave Earth to the dogs and go to Jupiter to frolic in giant kangaroo bodies ...)
It is a collection of short but related stories.
There's also the creepy novel about a voice in someone's head because they know something and die. Anyone remember this one?
Fred was very much a pioneer, and if you look through his few-dozen blog posts (93-year-old blogger!) of the last year or so he shares stories about the early SF conventions (#71 just ended).