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theladysnarkydame I've cried a lot this morning, for a man I never met, for his friends and his family. It's a very strange thing, how hollow the loss of someone like that can make you feel.
I haven't read his books. At first, he seemed too much of a kitchen dudebro -- the stories too much revelry in terrible behavior. But he grew, and he learned, and he opened doors to people and places I never knew. No Reservations and Parts Unknown are remarkable, beautiful work. He showed me other cultures, other histories, with a matter of fact respect and genuine kindness that are striking and rare.
He made the world bigger, and more warm, and I am so sorry he is gone.
I haven't read his books. At first, he seemed too much of a kitchen dudebro -- the stories too much revelry in terrible behavior. But he grew, and he learned, and he opened doors to people and places I never knew. No Reservations and Parts Unknown are remarkable, beautiful work. He showed me other cultures, other histories, with a matter of fact respect and genuine kindness that are striking and rare.
He made the world bigger, and more warm, and I am so sorry he is gone.
