Famed writer and essayist Roger Angell, who covered baseball for the New Yorker for six decades, has died at the age of 101.
His wife, Margaret Moorman, told the New York Times that Angell died of congestive heart failure.
Angell began contributing to the New Yorker in 1944. He became a fiction editor in 1956 and started covering sports in 1962.
Angell was a versatile, multi-faceted writer whose talents allowed him to astutely cover other sports (tennis, hockey, Olympics, etc.) and an assortment of non-sports topics (film reviews, New Yorker Notes and Comments pieces).
His work about baseball, however, made him a sportswriting titan and legend.
In 2014, the Baseball Writers' Association of America awarded Angell with the J. G. Taylor Spink Award, the highest honor that can be bestowed to writers by the Baseball Hall of Fame.
That's in addition to a host of other honors, including the inaugural PEN/ESPN Lifetime Achievement Award for Literary Sports Writing, the George Polk Award for Commentary and a Kenyon Review Award for Literary Achievement, among others.
Angell's work could also be found in his collection of books, including The Summer Game, Five Seasons, and Late Innings.
Angell was the stepson of author E.B. White, whose works included Stuart Little and Charlotte's Web.
The breadth, depth and brilliance of Angell's eight decades of indelible work can't be encapsulated in one place, but his unique voice lives on in a variety of pieces and passages ranging from Bob Gibson's windup and rooting for the 1962 New York Mets to aging and an ode to the dry martini:
Craig Calcaterra @craigcalcaterra
One of my favorite Roger Angell pieces was not about baseball. It was about aging. It's neither morose nor maudlin nor dismissive. He faces and considers aging and death in a matter-of-fact way that I hope I can when I am older. <a href="https://t.co/9LJRIZPAZ3">https://t.co/9LJRIZPAZ3</a>
Keith Olbermann @KeithOlbermann
For my money, this was the late Roger Angell's single truest, most insightful, most original passage about baseball.<br><br>It is nominally about Carlton Fisk's home run to win Game 6 of the 1975 World Series. It is actually about all of baseball and all of sports. <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/RIP?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#RIP</a> <a href="https://t.co/uBC30taF4n">pic.twitter.com/uBC30taF4n</a>
Erin Overbey @erinoverbey
The great Roger Angell has died, at age 101. Roger was a remarkable storyteller & cherished colleague. I’m rarely speechless (as you all know), but for now, I’ll just share what I consider one of his finest pieces—a profile of the pitcher Bob Gibson. <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/RIP?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#RIP</a> <a href="https://t.co/HLZJTB5p73">https://t.co/HLZJTB5p73</a>
Tim Layden @ByTimLayden
I read this piece from Roger Angell while jet-lagged and sleepless at the 2014 Olympics, and was awed by its prose and perspective. Still am. What a genius he was. RIP.<a href="https://t.co/dfPkeClBMM">https://t.co/dfPkeClBMM</a> <a href="https://t.co/6eF7f0Pvk4">pic.twitter.com/6eF7f0Pvk4</a>
Michael Schulman @MJSchulman
I rode the elevator with Roger Angell the day after the 2016 election and, never having dared speak to him before, thanked him for writing this piece. “I don’t know what I’ll write now,” he said. “I’ll come up with something. It’ll be good.” <a href="https://t.co/Od8O4GkCPB">https://t.co/Od8O4GkCPB</a>
Michael Higgins @OHglass1
Not all baseball fans read the New Yorker. Giants fans may have missed this Roger Angell piece 15 long years ago. Brilliant, insightful work, as always. <a href="https://twitter.com/susanslusser?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">@susanslusser</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/AlexPavlovic?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">@alexpavlovic</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/extrabaggs?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">@extrabaggs</a> <a href="https://t.co/KVYOrgomNS">https://t.co/KVYOrgomNS</a>
Janet Somerville @janetsomerville
There are many <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/RogerAngell?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#RogerAngell</a> pieces that I consider beloved, but this <a href="https://twitter.com/NewYorker?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">@newyorker</a> one from 2012 (when he was 91), “Over the Wall,” about grieving Carol is the best beloved: <a href="https://t.co/NR0n6TW48E">https://t.co/NR0n6TW48E</a>
A litany of writers and readers offered their remembrances, condolences and memories of Angell shortly after news of his passing broke.
Matt Maiocco @MaioccoNBCS
I read anything by Roger Angell I could find during high school, college and post-college. When young people ask me today what they can do to get into this line of work, I tell them to read a lot. When I say that, I think of Roger Angell. <a href="https://t.co/rCJ7xD6YXy">https://t.co/rCJ7xD6YXy</a>
Stephanie Apstein @stephapstein
The best. For all his perfect use of language, I might have loved best what he once told Tom Verducci about his first baseball assignment: "It was fun! Wow!"<a href="https://t.co/pQztQhsIdT">https://t.co/pQztQhsIdT</a> <a href="https://t.co/ItGzdtp3KQ">https://t.co/ItGzdtp3KQ</a>
The New York Yankees also offered their condolences, as did the Hall of Fame.
Angell, a Harvard graduate, also served in the United States Army Air Forces during World War II, acted as an ex-officio member of the Authors' Guild and was elected as a Fellow to the American Academy of Arts and Sciences.