john updike. dead at 76.

It’s 2:00 a.m. I’m downstairs. In the dark. In my husband’s pajamas. Microwaving milk.

Most of you will be able to pull an image from that. But unless you’re a genuine, long suffering, insomniac, you won’t really appreciate the moment or how it felt or how very much it resembled a Charlie Kaufman adaptation. And that’s exactly what insomnia feels like. Something that’s been sitting in Charlie Kaufman’s head.

Two weeks ago I found a new Used Book Store. I gave the cashier a 1.75 and she gave me “The Early Stories: 1953-1975″ by John Updike. I read it with my milk this morning in the 3:00a.m.

Fifteen minutes ago I find out this. He’s dead. John. Updike. At 76.

3 Responses to “john updike. dead at 76.”

1. David says:

   27 January, 2009 at 23:26

   Okay…that is just weird. And kinda spooky…

   I believe all things happen for a reason. I wonder what this reason is…
2. JPFanshawe says:

   29 January, 2009 at 17:06

   The Spotless Sunshine of Rabbit’s Eternal Mind…?
3. steph says:

   29 January, 2009 at 17:45

   i love that little book store!