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.