The oddity of death and remove, in today’s social media age

I’m currently reading The Largesse of the Sea Maiden, the posthumous collection from Denis Johnson. Expect a full review shortly. But in the meantime, I am struck by the odd, unrealistic disappointment that I will not ever be able to meet the man, get a signed book, or exchange social media messages. Our current pop culture landscape has created an expectation — good and bad — that writers are accessible. And it’s odd when they’re not.
In the mid nineties, I worked at a bookstore and met a number of leading writers of the day. I was there in the early stages of George Saunders’ career. I think he might have just stopped working a day job, if I remember correctly. I actually got paid to sit at a bar with P.J. O’Rourke. Thom Jones came through and drew pictures for me. I drove Mikal Gilmore to the airport and he

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