This week Australia lost one of its bravest genre writers to cancer, Paul Haines. Today friends and colleagues from all over the country are flying in to his funeral, and his passing has left a massive hole in the local SF landscape. Despite his often brutal and unforgiving fiction, he was equal parts hilarious and lovely. Paul’s star was extinguished way too soon. In his writing, he never pulled a punch, and it’s almost criminal that such a rotten disease has stolen one of our best talents.

The folks at Thirteen O’Clock have put together a retrospective of his career and considerable achievements.

http://www.thirteenoclock.com.au/the-definitive-paul-haines/

His livejournal documents his tough and often heartbreaking journey:

http://paulhaines.livejournal.com/

RIP you crazy bastard 🙁