I was sad to read about John Updike's death today.
I first heard of it in an email from a friend who was also upset. He wrote, "Oh man, John Updike died."
I think that expressed my state of mind. Genuine regret, but not real pain. I did not know the man, after all.
Here's what I'm wondering though: Why are we sad when notable, great people pass away?
Updike is a great writer. I have enjoyed his work in the past, but I am nowhere close to having read all of his material. So, I know I'm not upset because he won't be producing new pieces. It's not a personal loss. There seems to just be some general sense of sadness that passes through us all when a larger-than-life figure leaves us.
John Updike on Charlie Rose. Updike interview starts 22:59.