Ron Goulart died today, one day after his 89th birthday.
He was, from what I know, a very nice man with a very checkered career. Wikipedia lists nearly 100 novels, but that’s definitely not complete. He wrote dozens of quicky pseudonymous books for various series at a rate of a half dozen a year for the entire 1970s. But he also wrote some real science fiction, humorous when it was good and farcical when it wasn’t. After Things Fell Apart is probably his peak. His main theme was technology gone wrong and he was a half century ahead of his time on that.
He also wrote five books with Groucho Marx as the detective for the completist Marx fanatic.
To the larger world he was probably much better known as a world-class expert on comic strips, comic books, and pulps, with more than a dozen big fat books on those subjects, several of which I have and often refer to.
He hasn’t written much this century but his name was always one to look for in an sf magazine back in the day. A generation passing.