Was a bit surprised to hear that Tom Disch killed himself on the Fourth of July.
For those not in the know, Disch was a reknowned SF writer but he was most often overlooked and under-read. Even I haven't read his acclaimed books, Camp Concentration and The Genocides, mostly because they're hard to find. But I did read his non-fiction book about SF, The Dreams Our Stuff Is Made Of and it was a blast.
Ironically, he's just had a book out, The Word of God, in which Disch writes as God. I guess embracing divinity was just too much for him.