I’ve only just learned that Kevin O’Donnell, Jr. left us earlier this month. He was 61.
I first met Kevin through his fiction. If you haven’t read his McGill Feighan books, you’re in a for a great treat (assuming you can find them).
I read and was consistently delighted by Kevin’s work, book after book. Then, years later when I finally met him at a Nebula Awards Weekend I found myself suddenly going all fanboy and gushing my appreciation. Not surprising, Kevin was gracious and charming.
I’m a better writer for having read his work, and a better person for having had even those few brief instances of speaking with him.