The greatest thinkers of our day, the very thought leaders whose contributions to the world of literature and letters that shape the minds of our best and brightest are falling falling falling to time.
This August first we lost the last of the great crusaders in a long line of intellectuals and authors, Gore Vidal.
He had a long history in his 86 years of breaking with traditional fiction of the times. Of his 25 novels, 2 memoirs, volumes of essays, plays, television dramas and screenplays it was his early titles that were by account of many critics considered riske compared to his contemporaries at the time. He paved the way for honesty in the pages of a novel- and was a pioneer who revealed truth, however unwanted was at the time.
He twice ran for office in 1960 when he was the Democratic Congressional candidate for the 29th District in upstate NY, campaigning as aggressively in California as Caesar himself in Gaul- but lost at both attempts.
Gore Vidal was one of the last of the great Titans of the written word and truthfully I fear for fiction and it’s audiences around the globe.
John Updike’s writing has played a large part in my development over the years as a reader. His very creative, complex, and artful sentences have taught me that with fiction, the “anything goes” applies as much to the method as the madness of the plot, and for that Mr. Updike, thank you. Beck finally is at rest. I will miss you.
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