john updike. dead at 76.
Jan 27, 2009
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.
