John Updike passed away, and with his passing one of the great writers of contemporary American life is gone. Updike wrote prolifically, about a novel a year and much more, and his contributions to The New Yorker alone were astounding. Rumour has it that his death created vacancies for 5 people on the staff there, who would be needed just to fill the deadspace left by his absence.
Updike was able to make everyday moments seem intense, almost magical and he was best when he was giving voice to the drama in these events as they unfold in small towns accross America. But he also had the ability to write about sexuality in a very effective and frank way and his own graciousness was legendary. He also was not afraid to take chances, writing about subjects like witches and terrorists. He will be missed but his influence will grow stronger as his legacy will surely grow posthumously. John, your magic was something special.