James P. Hogan had died.
He wrote science fiction. The books I read, over 20 years ago, were generally pretty good. He has the distinction for me of having written one of my favorite debut novels, Inherit the Stars. It was a murder mystery, a science mystery, a space adventure, and a thorough-going exposition on forensics of all sorts, including, in the end, “evolutionary” forensics (if such a thing exists).
There is profound irony in that. The plot hinges around a spacesuited corpse found on the moon at a time when it shouldn’t have been there. The story is the series of investigations finding out where it came from. …