Arthur C Clarke, author of 2001, 2010, The Songs of Distant Earth, and many many other novels and short stories, died Wednesday in Sri Lanka, his home.

My grief and sadness over this loss to literature, to science fiction, and to humanity is only slightly abated with the knowledge that his writing will outlive us all.  And his writing deserves to.  This is the man who prognosticated geostationary satellites and men on the moon.  This is the man whose writing has, likely eternally, earned him a place high on the list of great authors.

David Brin, another author, has written a much more eloquent and deserving tribute over at his place.  Please go visit.  Mr Clarke’s death deserves notice, if only to entice more people to read his work.