Well another great writer dies. Good news is, he left us a truckload of lengthy books to read.
Updike was one of my favourite writers. I think he definitely hooked me when in The Witches of Eastwick, he spent pages and pages describing thoughts of a man who just killed his wife, thinking calmly of the most convenient way to kill himself. Like a friend said, that could only be written by someone who had such personal experience.
Well, so long, Rabbit.