Updike at Rest

If your definition of "favorite author" is the one you would most like to have dinner with, then my favorite author just died. Although having read only three of his novels (Bech:A Book, Bech is Back, and The Witches of Eastwick), and a smattering of his essays, I found him to be so unutterably charming and charismatic a presence, that I even went out of my way to see him once or twice at the 92nd Street Y, something I am not generally wont to do. The world is missing one more distinguished man of letters.