I can't lament that he was cut down in the prime of his life, but as someone who has brought
Portnoy's Complaint and/or
The Human Stain aboard every passenger train, plane, or ship I've been on since 2008, it feels significant. He was my favorite on the Mount Rushmore of horny white men of letters, towering above Mailer (
The Executioner's Song is a masterpiece and the rest I can take or leave), Bellow, and Updike.
I read an interview with him in the NYT magazine -- on newsprint and everything -- a few months ago and had the sinking feeling this was the last goodbye after retiring from writing and public appearances, so I'm glad I read it. It's here:
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/01/16/book ... rview.htmlThough I guess if anything was his final literary act, it was arguing with wikipedia mods that he was qualified to write his own biography. A fine coda.
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Molly Lambert wrote:
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