He died today. He was always saddled with the label of sci-fi writer. Although people can be sniffy about the genre and some meant it as a put down, it was only ever half right anyway. He wrote about the psychology of time and place, the future and life on the edge of town. As with most writing about the future, a lot of his work held a mirror up to the present.
I’ve often found inspiration in his non-fiction. One typical quote of his that I have regularly used when writing about furniture design is this:
Our furniture constitutes an external constellation of our skin areas and body postures. It’s curious that the least imaginative of all forms of furniture has been the bed.