August 2, 2012 · 0 Comments
By Eugene Schulman:
When I opened my computer yesterday morning to scan the NYT, the first thing my eyes fell upon was a photo of Gore Vidal, and without having to read the text beneath, I knew he was gone.
The tears began to well up in my eyes.
Of course, we all know he is has been ill for the past few years, and his death should not come as a surprise.
But we can say the same about a loved one in our family, and yet, when the fact arrives, we must cry.
Of all the writers I have loved over the years, Vidal was of the foremost.
More than his novels, I loved his essays.
His cutting, humorous, ironic attitudes toward the fallacies of American exceptionalism were among those which helped form my own education and opinions.
His own homosexuality and open attacks on homophobia helped to open the doors of prejudice and allow a better understanding and attitude of a major issue in our society.
His voice will be greatly missed, and I see few around who can replace it.
One of the greats of our time – who never won a Nobel.
RIP Gore Vidal.