Fandango’s Dog Days of August #8

I’m afraid to admire anyone these days. Just when I think I’ve found someone really admirable, I discover that they’ve been abusing women, molesting children, or have a secret fascination with pederasty. So I think I’m going to go with my favorite admirable people. Authors.

I love authors. I love writers. The moment I know someone is a writer, I like them better. If it turns out they are great writers? I fall immediately in love. Man, woman, or anything in between, it’s love. I love people who are witty. I love people who can create a world from words. Who can explain the past by drawing a picture in the present that makes the past as real as now. I adore people who make me believe in magic and who make a locked room mystery unfold.

The other day Garry and I were watching Seth Meyers and it was mentioned that he had been the lead writer for “Saturday Night Live.”

“I didn’t know he was a writer,” I told Garry. “I think I like him a lot better now than I did before.” Garry nodded. “I always like writers better than other people. Is that a prejudice?” Garry just laughed, probably because he loves writers too. Maybe that’s why he loves me. I don’t think it’s for my incredible good looks so there’s got to be a reason. Maybe it’s the writing. Come to think of it, our first meaningful relationship — other than sex — were the letters we wrote back and forth to each other for the nearly nine years I lived in Jerusalem. They were very intense. Garry wrote to me every day and I returned each of his letters with one of my own. As my life in Jerusalem began to deteriorate, I lived for those letters. Garry told me I was special. Admirable. Intelligent.

I told him he was brilliant and had the ability to find the truth — the real truth — in any story. And he does. When he interviews you, you know you’ve been interviewed.

Which writers do I admire most? I have favorite writers, but really, I admire people who write. I admire people who use words beautifully, with wit and probity. On another level, I admire all artists. I admire creativity, I admire people who have strange and wonderful ideas, hopes, and dreams. In essence, I admire all of you, my friends and followers who I follow too. You are all incredibly special. I don’t know if I could have survived these last four months without you. Even if I can’t read everyone every day — there are too many blogs and I’m also writing and photographing and the hours disappear too fast. I usually get around to FINALLY reading after midnight, when Garry is already in bed watching old movies gloriously without me. It’s what keeps me up until 3 in the morning … and also why I wind up getting up so late. I tried going to bed late AND getting up early, but it turns out I’m too old for that.

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23 replies

  1. I love YOU for this post! Totally agree – I’m in love with good writing. I fell in love with my now-husband (well, not so very now after well over 20yrs) because I loved the way he spoke, the rich choice of vocabulary…. So, BINGO!


  2. Like you, I admire writers. I once hoped that I could be a published author and tried my hand at it by attempting to start several novels, none of which I was able to complete. I just didn’t possess the imagination or the skills necessary to pull it off. That’s one of the reason I like blogging. I can write short tales or express my opinions and perspectives in words without having to figure out how to sustain a novel. Accomplished authors are definitely individuals deserving of admiration.


  3. I’ve heard it from many sources that writers are strange and moody people 😉 OK, I’ll take that over any other celebrity out there any day of the week! (No offense to the reporters and news casters out there, of course)


    • I think people who write have a special way with the world. They change it. The create new ones. These days, I really need a new one because this old one truly sucks.

      Good broadcasters are also writers too. Garry started out wanting to be either a movie star or an author. Oddly, he sort of did both by winding up a TV news reporter. He’s plenty moody too. All the reporters I’ve met were also writers, many of them very good ones. I don’t know about the current crop. It’s a rough world out there with so few newspapers and the news chopped into tiny little “bites” rather than the longer, more thoughtful pieces that were for years the soul of newscasting. I used to think that everything comes around again. Now? I just don’t know.

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  4. Writers are magicians with words, and I love them, too. I had the honor and pleasure of spending an evening at a dinner party with Rod Serling and his wife. He was charming and down-to-earth. When I mentioned that my daughter wanted to be an airline stewardess, he immediately said, “My brother, Robert, was the only man to attend a training school for them when he was writing his book. I’ll give you his phone number and she can call him. He’ll give her the low down on it.” And he did when she called him the next week. I always loved the stories that Serling himself wrote on the series. The other writer that I met and shared an incident with was Roald Dahl. I think I may have told you that story already. I so admire,a s you do, their ability to weave with words, to create a pattern or a picture that swoops me off to other plateaus.


    • Rod Serling wrote like a man who came from a parallel universe. He seems downright prescient and if you watch his work now, you feel they are right in step with now, except for technology. I really envy your having even had a chance to talk to him!!


  5. Marilyn, here’s the link to David McCullough’s Westminster Town Hall Forum appearance:


  6. Marilyn, What a great way to start the day before heading for the internet-free wetland.

    You honor all of us who pound the keys of whatever we use to write although odds are none of us use an old manual typewriter like David McCullough. In my memory bank a long walk along Cedar Lake with David McCullough before his appearance at the Westminster Town Hall Forum is a sacred experience of the unassuming greatness of writers like David. A woman along the walking path blurted out, “Aren’t you David McCullough?” “I am,” he said. “It’s always nice to be recognized. What’s your name? Tell me about you.” The rest of the conversation focused on the stranger.

    There are writers, and there are writers. The great ones have no need to keep themselves in the limelight. Like David, some folks shift the focus away from themselves to lesser lights. Letters every day between Jerusalem and wherever Garry’s reporting assignments took him — for nine years — reminds me that writing is like speaking. It always has an audience. Sometimes someone stops by to treat us as though our name is David. Thank you.


    • I have a whole bundle of correspondence with various authors whose books I’ve reviewed. i know I write too, but I think everyone of us is special. I love television shows that have scripts which are more than entertainment, that give you something to THINK about. Because otherwise, it’s just news and that makes me completely batty.

      I couldn’t think of a single individual as “most admired,” but I could see this class of people, my wordy friends, as a collectively wonderful group. After that, I admire everyone who creates something new from their own mind. Creativity is magical, whatever form it takes.


  7. Marilyn, what is Jerusalem like, someday I plan on going there. Have you read les miserables… some story and a history lesson too, hope your feeding the restaurant..amen


    • I read “Les Miserables” in French in college. It was quite a plod because my French wasn’t great, but by the time i got to the end, my French was a lot better. I also read Camus — almost all his works — in French. Then I went to israel and I sort of lost the French and whenever I tried to speak French, Hebrew came out. Eventually I wasn’t sure which language was which. Speaking of admiration, there are people I know who speak many languages. I knew a 10 year old in Jerusalem who spoke six languages fluently and a few others not as fluently. She just picked them up. If you look up Jerusalem in my search box, there are quite a few piece about it.

      It’s an amazing place. It’s a magical mixture of past and present. The stones remember everything.

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      • Thanks Marilyn, it’s a place i have to visit, I have never read camus, I must put it on my list. Hope the birds are singing sweet songs, you must have the most popular garden in the neighborhood, she feeds us they tweet. Will Donald T get elected, sorry to upset the balance there, but I wonder how much more of the Donald you can all endure, cheers


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