This piece was written for the Soaring Twenties Social Club Symposium. Each month STSC members create something around a theme - this month it was “Death”. I was 19 years old when I learned that Sir Terry had died. I cried. Usually, when I hear of celebrity deaths, I do not weep. I go on about my day, unperturbed. Such is life.
I never understood how someone could shed tears over a celebrity until David Bowie left Earth for planets with better music than ours and I was sincerely devastated. I did learn from that experience that a lot of that feeling comes from the expectation that more should be coming that will no longer be released.
I'm actually legit curious if Pynchon's death will drive me to tears. Honestly, probably not.
I never understood how someone could shed tears over a celebrity until David Bowie left Earth for planets with better music than ours and I was sincerely devastated. I did learn from that experience that a lot of that feeling comes from the expectation that more should be coming that will no longer be released.
I'm actually legit curious if Pynchon's death will drive me to tears. Honestly, probably not.