Mr. Updike succumbed to lung cancer on January 27. He has left behind an amazingly prolific body of work in criticism, the short story, essays, novels, verse, a stage play or two and children's literature. The world will be a lesser place without him, but at the same time his work will keep him immortal. It will seem strange to me when I receive the next New Yorker in the mail and there won't be an Updike short story, book or art review or new verse. My personal favorites of Mr. Updike are his Rabbit and Bech series, the Karl Barth inspired A Month of Sundays and Roger's Version. I love, Of The Farm, The Poor House Fair, The Centaur, Pigeon Feathers, The Witches of Eastwick (currently reading the sequel, The Widows of Eastwick) Seek My Face and on and on, including his reviews and Non-fiction review and essay anthologies, like, Picked up Pieces, Hugging the Shore, and More Matter. I think his poetry was getting better, the poem, On Becoming a Senior Citizen was perfect. Recently he wrote a wonderful article in AARP magazine about becoming and aging writer. And so much more...He was always ready to offer his informed opinion about anything and he did it elegantly.
John Updike will be missed
L
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