A friend since 1974, Bob Kroetsch was killed in a car accident a couple of days ago. I may write something in his memory, but right now the best thing I can do is refer you to a posting by my daughter, Laura, on the Canadian Literature website. She says so much, so well, and manages to carry that wonderfully distinctive Kroetsch cadence into her own prose. He's a part of the Canadian language and even death can't take that away from us.
Check out what she says at:
http://canlit.ca/news.php?news=88
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