12/26/2009

We were discussing the death of Brittany Murphy in the English office the other day-- she was raised in Edison, New Jersey-- and the impact a celebrity's death has on people, and I decided that there is no particular celebrity, no matter how much I appreciate their art, that would make me sincerely grieve if they kicked it . . . I might pre-emptively miss the future films, music, paintings, cartoons, and/or books they were going to produce, but usually, if I already like a celebrity, their best years are behind them (and, as I wrote earlier, it might actually pique my interest in them: David Foster Wallace's suicide didn't make me sad, but it did make me read 680 pages of Infinite Jest).

3 comments:

zoltan said...

Brittany Murphy's dead motivates me to rent "Ramen Girl."

zoltan said...

And by "dead" I mean "death."

Dave said...

i like "dead" better. i just started "at war with the newts."

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