I’m absolutely stricken to hear about Michael Reaves’ brain surgery. I had emailed him a couple of times when I was in France, after having had lunch with him at the Sherman Oaks Galleria before I left California in the summer of 2006.
He never replied to my emails. I assumed he was too busy or maybe unwell but I never dreamed he was in such bad shape. We’d talked about the Parkinson’s during lunch and I saw his hand tremor. Damn this mortal coil! Damn!
If you feel moved and have the money, Subterranean Press is doing a charity sale of INTERWORLD, which he wrote with Neil, to help Michael with his medical bills.