This is the January 2016 issue. I was somewhat looking forward to taking a little bow for reaching my 20th anniversary on the NYRSF staff, but then January happened.
The body blow was David Hartwell dying suddenly. On January 19, David was performing a completely routine task—carrying a barristers bookshelf down a flight of stairs in one of the two buildings he shared in Westport, New York, with Kathryn Cramer and his family. He owned a lot of bookcases; those many lovely barristers shelves were a visual highlight of the living room at Stately Hartwell Manor in Pleasantville for decades.
He fell, and a blood vessel burst in his brain; the order is unknowable and doesn’t matter. He never regained consciousness, was never going to regain consciousness, and then he was gone.
The kindness and knowledge David carried around cannot be replaced.