Just yesterday, I noticed his 2007 novel on the shelves of the library and wondered, "Just how old is this guy anyway? 80 something?" Well, he was 84 when I asked, but now he's dead.
As far as I'm concerned, this is the one worth reading. Maybe the only one, but I never got too far into the oeuvre. Although he's been mythologized as the voice of an era, I'm not sure he ever spoke for anyone other than himself. Nevertheless, he had an eye for what we cared about in mid-to-late-twentieth-century America, and that makes him worth remembering.
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And your decision not to include "his" name in this blog was your being coy?
At least you weren't talking about my father...
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