I’ve just learned that one of my favourite authors, Martin Amis, has died of esophageal cancer, at age 73. I’m truly bummed to learn this. We weren’t quite friends, but very good acquaintances through my collecting his work in-depth for over thirty years (I have one of the largest in-depth collections of his work out there). He once borrowed a book from my collection because he didn’t have a copy of his story, “Heavy Water,” and used my copy to make notes and revise it for his short story collection, Heavy Water. He returned the book to me a year and a half after borrowing it, with cigarette burns and bits of tobacco between the pages. I’ll always treasure it.
Martin, I will miss you.
Martin, I will miss you.