Well, not only that, but he was writing so well, if slowly and metinculously (which was very different from his earlier methods). "The Transformation of Timoty Archer" was an excellent, excellent novel, perhaps in some ways, his best, most mature. And who knows what "The Owl in Daylight" might have become. It's a shame. . .but reading about his life (and reading about how he felt those final years about his impending end) I find it hard to imagine he would live.
You know, afer thinking about it for a decade I sent him a letter right at the start of '82, full of my awe and gratitude for his work, and a tale of hunting out each of his books after I bought the very first one ("The Zap Gun") in Addis Ababa in 1967. He replied in a bright breezy letter. . . and in weeks the news was that he had gone. I was just floored! I had never before been quite so moved by the death of someone not a member of my family.