June 6th, 2010 / 1:11 am
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No. No no. RIP
Man, I don’t usually use cliches, but it’s pouring, no? Beautiful homage, though.
An utter fucking tragedy. The last great American author finally joins his literary and intellectual brethren.
I just picked up Wittgenstein’s Mistress last week, which is the first Markson book I will read. His work will live on, RIP.
David Markson died alone. He was broke and bitter.
I don’t.
Said David Markson.
No. No no. RIP
Man, I don’t usually use cliches, but it’s pouring, no? Beautiful homage, though.
Damn. : ( RIP
An utter fucking tragedy. The last great American author finally joins his literary and intellectual brethren.
I just picked up Wittgenstein’s Mistress last week, which is the first Markson book I will read. His work will live on, RIP.
David Markson died alone. He was broke and bitter.
I don’t.
Said David Markson.
Markson was the best. He had the most integrity of them all. RIP
Damn. : ( RIP
So sad. Markson’s work has meant to world to me over the years.
One of my favorite writers, one of the most significant influences on my creative imagination, it is sad to think that THE LAST NOVEL will indeed be the last novel…but that said, he lived to be 83 years old, which is pretty remarkable. The man may be gone, but thankfully his beautiful creations remain…long live the spirit and genius of Markson!
Oh no! I was just reading THE LAST NOVEL and looking forward to finding out where he was going next. He was a great one.
damn.
I respect and admire David Markson.
[…] Markson has died at the age of 83. He is the author of Wittgenstein’s Mistress, This Is Not A Novel, and many […]
‘Wittgenstein’s Mistress’ is one of the best books I have ever read, and his Western ‘The Ballad of Dingus Magee’ is incredible as well.
RIP
Awful news. Y’all’ve probably seen this, but the above picture of him is from this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRqIIPHY-co
Can you say where you got the news? I can’t find any other confirmation of this online.
His wife is the literary agent Elaine Markson.
http://www.marksonthoma.com/page.php?name=agent_bios
Markson was the best. He had the most integrity of them all. RIP
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Nevermind. I’m seeing it pop up in more places now. Sad. I used to see him walking around the 6th Avenue in the Village.
So sad. Markson’s work has meant to world to me over the years.
One of my favorite writers, one of the most significant influences on my creative imagination, it is sad to think that THE LAST NOVEL will indeed be the last novel…but that said, he lived to be 83 years old, which is pretty remarkable. The man may be gone, but thankfully his beautiful creations remain…long live the spirit and genius of Markson!
damn. rip.
Kimberly Southwick has a good good-bye for Markson here: http://giganticsequins.blogspot.com/2010/06/saying-farewell-to-writer-and-friend.html
Duh–note to self: click link before adding link.
Oh no! I was just reading THE LAST NOVEL and looking forward to finding out where he was going next. He was a great one.
This is the worst. RIP, please, Mr Markson.
damn.
I respect and admire David Markson.
[…] June 6, 2010, 8:00 pm Filed under: David Markson,Obituaries Apparently, the amazing David Markson passed away today. Here is a beautiful obituary note by Sarah Weinman. Below is an excerpt from a very good […]
‘Wittgenstein’s Mistress’ is one of the best books I have ever read, and his Western ‘The Ballad of Dingus Magee’ is incredible as well.
RIP
First thing I ever read by DM was Springer’s Progress which led to nearly all the rest. His book about Under the Volcano is one of the best books about a novel I’ve ever read and the only one I read without regret right after finishing the given novel.
Awful news. Y’all’ve probably seen this, but the above picture of him is from this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRqIIPHY-co
[…] David Markson 1927-2010 By Scott Bryan Wilson ⋅ June 6, 2010 ⋅ Post a comment David Markson 1927-2010ShareDavid Markson has died. […]
Can you say where you got the news? I can’t find any other confirmation of this online.
His wife is the literary agent Elaine Markson.
http://www.marksonthoma.com/page.php?name=agent_bios
Nevermind. I’m seeing it pop up in more places now. Sad. I used to see him walking around the 6th Avenue in the Village.
damn. rip.
Kimberly Southwick has a good good-bye for Markson here: http://giganticsequins.blogspot.com/2010/06/saying-farewell-to-writer-and-friend.html
Duh–note to self: click link before adding link.
This is the worst. RIP, please, Mr Markson.
Poor David Markson, who never touched a computer.
First thing I ever read by DM was Springer’s Progress which led to nearly all the rest. His book about Under the Volcano is one of the best books about a novel I’ve ever read and the only one I read without regret right after finishing the given novel.
“Utter fucking tragedy” is a ridiculously overwrought way to characterize the death of an 83 year-old human who had been in failing health for many years. Just sayin’.
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ya’ll
Poor David Markson, who never touched a computer.
“Utter fucking tragedy” is a ridiculously overwrought way to characterize the death of an 83 year-old human who had been in failing health for many years. Just sayin’.
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ya’ll
Sad stuff.
I was going to say something similar to Dramz. It seems like people are being overly dramatic. An old man died. Okay. I don’t see any reason to be sorry for him. Death is inevitable. He has had 83 years to prepare for it. Death is a good thing, in some ways. I don’t see why people would be personally hurt by this. I don’t think anyone here knew him. Maybe you liked his novels. That’s great, but it’s not like this man is the “light of the world.” There are other writers and there will be other novels. It’s like, people die. People die e’eryday, yall. Just saying………..
Yes, but there won’t be more novels by this particular writer.
I’m not sure how you can’t “see why people would be personally hurt by this” just because nobody knew him. Can people only be hurt by the deaths of people they know?
I think that a reader could be “hurt personally” by the death of somebody they don’t know doesn’t say something negative about the reader, but, rather, it says something positive about the writer, that he could move them to such belief and feeling, strictly through the creation of a world through words.
People die everyday, sure. But most people are not David Markson.
Sad stuff.
I was going to say something similar to Dramz. It seems like people are being overly dramatic. An old man died. Okay. I don’t see any reason to be sorry for him. Death is inevitable. He has had 83 years to prepare for it. Death is a good thing, in some ways. I don’t see why people would be personally hurt by this. I don’t think anyone here knew him. Maybe you liked his novels. That’s great, but it’s not like this man is the “light of the world.” There are other writers and there will be other novels. It’s like, people die. People die e’eryday, yall. Just saying………..
Yes, but there won’t be more novels by this particular writer.
I’m not sure how you can’t “see why people would be personally hurt by this” just because nobody knew him. Can people only be hurt by the deaths of people they know?
I think that a reader could be “hurt personally” by the death of somebody they don’t know doesn’t say something negative about the reader, but, rather, it says something positive about the writer, that he could move them to such belief and feeling, strictly through the creation of a world through words.
People die everyday, sure. But most people are not David Markson.
he had a twitter, as far as i can tell: http://twitter.com/davidmarkson
he had a twitter, as far as i can tell: http://twitter.com/davidmarkson
There will be a public memorial.
– – – –
From AP obit:
“Elaine Markson said she and the author married in 1956 and remained close after divorcing in the 1980s. Besides their two children, the author is survived by three grandchildren. Acting on the wishes of David Markson, his former wife said there will be no funeral, just a private memorial for the family, and that his body will be cremated. He also asked that he receive no public memorial.
” ‘But I’m ignoring his request,’ she said, adding that a date had not yet been determined.”
There will be a public memorial.
– – – –
From AP obit:
“Elaine Markson said she and the author married in 1956 and remained close after divorcing in the 1980s. Besides their two children, the author is survived by three grandchildren. Acting on the wishes of David Markson, his former wife said there will be no funeral, just a private memorial for the family, and that his body will be cremated. He also asked that he receive no public memorial.
” ‘But I’m ignoring his request,’ she said, adding that a date had not yet been determined.”
[…] commenters also weighed in on David Markson’s […]
actual link here: http://thefastertimes.com/indiebooks/2010/06/07/a-few-compiled-and-digested-thoughts-on-david-marksons-passing-2/
[…] commenters also weighed in on David Markson’s […]
actual link here: http://thefastertimes.com/indiebooks/2010/06/07/a-few-compiled-and-digested-thoughts-on-david-marksons-passing-2/
Here is David Markson reading at the 92nd Street Y in 2007, introduced by Ann Beattie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6o5NUGt78SA
Here is David Markson reading at the 92nd Street Y in 2007, introduced by Ann Beattie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6o5NUGt78SA
Nor am I thinking about a cat any longer.
Then again I certainly would have had to be thinking about one while I was typing that sentence, even though the sentence says just the opposite.
Surely one cannot type a sentence saying that one is not thinking about something without thinking about the very thing that one says one is not thinking about
Nor am I thinking about a cat any longer.
Then again I certainly would have had to be thinking about one while I was typing that sentence, even though the sentence says just the opposite.
Surely one cannot type a sentence saying that one is not thinking about something without thinking about the very thing that one says one is not thinking about