Every day he dressed dapperly in silk or linen suits; even just when he was jutting a few ideas on his typewriter. I put on my bunny onesie, Ok, I don’t wear a bunny onesie but I could if I wanted to. His desk was clutter but organized, I have to push aside half eaten tuna fish sandwiches just so I can press the power button on my laptop.
He was a well-celebrated author, probably the most iconic of his era—I have been read by maybe one and a half persons. He could expand or reduce social angst with masterful ease, I am adept in inanities and an occasional dick joke.
He was influential in the “New Journalism” movement emphasizing that ” Total Immersion” should be as accurate as traditional journalism. I favor click-bait to get people to read posts about the dangers of Neoliberals….see what I did there?
He ran in the highbrow circles of the glitterati—I know people named Rat face Tony. Wolfe was a conservative, I’m a progressive. I can go on and on but there is one commonality we shared, the need to put down ideas, convictions and resolve on ink, in my case digital pixels, to describe the absurdity of the world around us and that PERHAPS there is always a better way for us to coexist…that and horrific grammar.