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September 05, 2008


Amanda St. John

Eduardo was often online in the Authors Lounge on AOL. His wit, his biting tongue, everything about him, made me sense there was a bitter little boy behind his madness. His insistence on his works being true to the last word interested me as an editor, as I knew the importance of cutting..I loved Ed, and we had a few short discussions in the IM box about his works and his feelings. We are mourning him today, Monday.

Kiko Jones

I did not know the man's work and was only slightly familiar with his reputation.

How sad that he died alone. I thought he had a large family--stepdaughter Suzanne and her siblings.

In any event, it's always a loss when a talent of his stature and background leaves us. May he rest in peace.


Kiko, I think the word you're looking for is "estranged." He was a great and talented guy, pero no era fácil. Very sad.

Alyson Vega

Edgardo Alberto Vega Yunqué died alone because he died so fast. He did not have enough time to call anybody or even be admitted to the hospital. His family (I, his daughter) loved him. We loved him but he was impossible to live with. I would have been with him if there had been time but he knew he was loved and he went peacefully.

Skevos Mavros

I only knew "evy" as a fellow participant in the atheist chat rooms on PalTalk, and even then I only knew him for a few months. I remember most his fiery defenses of Buddhism as a non-theistic humanist religion, his laments on the emerging trends in higher education, and his quick and brutal attacks on those he disagreed with -- including me on a few occasions! But he was always quick to remind me that it was my opinion he found "reprehensible", not me as a person.

In my opinion he was overly fond of elaborate conspiracy-like explanations for events, but I will greatly miss his keen mind, wide knowledge, and cutting wit. I often found myself thinking about our conversations many days afterwards, and looking forward to the next one. Alas, there will not be a next one.

I may have to return to reading fiction just so I can experience evy again through his books.

I am in Australia so I cannot attend his memorial, but I will raise a glass to him at about the same time.


David Basora

Ed was a friend of mine. He encouraged me to write, to explore and refine my voice. He told me I had talent and that I made "language come alive". Then he told me that, as a fellow Puerto Rican, I had an obligation to make my voice heard. That I need to speak out. He gave me courage when I had lost it. He had faith in me when I had none.

We had lost touch over the past year or so. I was going through some tough times and he was dealing with "Rachel Horowitz".

I'm going to miss him very much.

David Basora

Correction, it should have been "Rebecca Horowitz". Sorry, I'm having a hard time processing this right now.

David Basora

Correction, it should have been "Rebecca Horowitz". Sorry, I'm having a hard time processing this right now.

David Starobin

I got to know Ed in the AOL Author's Lounge. Our initial point of connection was Manuel Gayol, the wonderful Puerto Rican guitarist, and my teacher in the late 50s. Ed and I exchanged our wares: my CDs for his books. His books came heavily inscribed. Much like the volumes themselves, the inscriptions were densely written, sometimes running more than a page in length. I'll miss his enthusiasm for life, but savor his passionate involvement with the characters that populate his writing.


Ed and I spent about six months fervently writing emails and chats to each other and he was convinced we were meant to meet. He was hoping that one day I could help him with the Rebecca Horowitz book publicity or some such - I suppose I reminded him of the character.

We eventually met in person and I was amazed and overwhelmed for every minute of our visit while he was in San Francisco for a speaking event.

We lost touch over the past year. For any of his family who is reading this - and I see that Alyson has - he always spoke very fondly and frequently of you all and recalled memories of your youth daily. I'm glad to see that you loved him, and yes, I can see how he was impossible to live with.

He had one of the fullest lives I've ever known.


I met Eduardo about four years ago at one of my poetry readings in Manhattan then at a book signing for his Ohmaha Bigelow book signing at Barnes and Nobles in Manhattan. He had autographed Casualties of War as well. Eduardo had an online persona and a real time persona...It is a pity he hid who he really was as a person from those on AOL.

I know that he didn't believe in G-d. May his soul rest in peace nonetheless.


Having just found out today, Christmas day, that Edgar passed away has brought me great sadness and personal regret for the contact we'd not had lately.

Had there been time, I'm sure he'd not have been alone for he did have loving family and friends despite any relationship challenges.

After my holiday greeting bounced back from Edgar's usual email address, I was confronted by online headlines associated with his name. I've just now been able to search for information regarding his passing and hope to find note of his final resting place so that I may pay my respects...however regretfully overdue.

Edgar was a unique friend and one I shall regret the loss of.


Huck Portobello

EVY was a great friend in the chatroom (AOL Authors Lounge). I never had the privilege of meeting him face to face. I experienced him as hugely well-read, kind and generous, with a massive energy - his input into the chatroom was never less than 'electric', always with something enlightening or cogent to say. It was always great great fun to be alongside him in a chatroom - I say alongside, as I was fortunate 'never to be on the receiving end' of Ed's famed brutal tongue! I enjoyed his company, his prose - and was honored to be mentioned somewhere in the opening pages to Omaha Bigelow, along with several others. He was a phenomenon - Jekyll and Hyde! I was utterly privileged to have known his 'Dr Jekyll'/good side. And I will sorely miss him, the irreplaceable EVY!

Okie Dokie

I chatted with him in the AOL chat room. He was obviously intelligent and talented and made enemies in there because he didn't suffer fools. He turned his wrath on me once but I took it in stride because I greatly admired his talent. Sorry he didn't get his due as a writer, there must be more writers out there like him, and it must leave them with bitterness; it's the luck of the draw to a certain extent. I hope someday he gains the recognition he longed for-who knows, it could happen.

Bob Cherin (chatdrivel)

I knew Ed for 12 years. The last time I saw him was in Miami, when he attended the Miami Book Fair.

Few know that Grammy winner Suzanne Vega was his step-daughter.


EVY was the soul of the authors' lounge on AOL. We made vague plans to meet in Cambridge that unfortunately never materialized, but we chatted often on AOL. He could be difficult, but he was brilliant and it was always obvious to me (and to anyone who listened) that a warm heart beat beneath that acerbic tongue, and that he craved appreciation.

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