Friday, April 20, 2012

Death Reduces Life to a Story -

Hopefully it was a good story.  A story that other people can enjoy.  A story like Bobby Fischer's story. I've always been drawn to it, as have millions of others.  Naturally.  And now that he's dead, what have we of his life?  We have his narrative.  His grand rise.  His mental illness/tumorous growth of genius.  We have the classic span of a story that we know and love, and one that is tragic.  In the beginning there is precociousness beyond rationale.  In the end there is bitterness, estrangement.  In the  middle, grandeur and fuck all hero-quality fame.

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