It's a strange thing when someone you adored from a distance dies. I'm not grieving, although I feel for his family and friends, who must be. I just wish he was still out in the world, advocating simplicity and advising writers. I knew that he was old, but I didn't think about the implications of his age. I had hoped that if I ever wrote a memoir, he might want to see it. An improbable fantasy - but now it's impossible.
It's also strange that Zinsser's death should come in the same week as the anniversary of another, more personal death. I don't know. It is sad that these people aren't here anymore. I feel Zinsser's absence like I would feel the loss of a molar.
This isn't much of an obituary - sorry. This is just to say that I'm going to miss knowing that William Zinsser is alive.
|The New York Times obituary - |
it's a lot more detailed than mine, go check it out