I wonder if it is the same house still there.
MEMORIAL DAY IN FRANCE
He was killed in July of 1918, during the First World War.
Tom Wolfe. Don’t know much about him, honestly.
A few weeks back I noticed his most recent book on the shelves of the local library. I picked it up. I took it home. I didn’t get to reading it until a few days ago. It’s a short book, but I am taking my sweet time with it.
Then I read that he’s died. DEAD AT THE AGE OF 87. In a few minutes that headline is corrected. DEAD AT THE AGE OF 88. Tom Wolfe. Literary giant. Lauded by many.
And from what I’ve read of him a new hero or mentor or friend. So alike we are. I don’t wear white suits and big hats. I am not famous. My writing doesn’t make money.¹ But we think alike.
I really should read more of Tom Wolfe. Like that disaster of a movie, Bonfire of the Vanities. It’s apparently a terrific book. Or The Right Stuff. About the space program. Astronauts. That was made into a movie too. But successfully. I haven’t seen it. I haven’t read it. But I should do both. Read the book. Watch the movie.
Tom Wolfe. I just printed out a short bio of him from the archives of Vanity Fair — “How Tom Wolfe Became … Tom Wolfe.” As usual, I haven’t gotten around to reading it yet.
1. I’ve technically been paid to write before. But the pay has been lousy.
2. I wrote this yesterday during an open writing studio at Path with Art, a nonprofit offering free creative classes in Seattle.
I just wanted to see if he had remarried. Instead, I found this, from a newspaper in Issaquah, Washington, where he grew up.
According to 23 and Me, the origins of my DNA trace back to Germany, Britain, Ireland, and Poland.
I’ve always wondered about multiculturalism in my great-grandparents homeland. They were Germans. But their community was diverse. The main town in the region, Bütow, had a majority German population, but from 35 to 40 percent Polish and about 10 percent Jewish.