Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I go to the New York Times site to look at some reviews of older books, and this news awaits me. I actually feel kind of devastated. I just wasted a bunch of time in the library reading some of his older New Yorker articles. Fuck.
I think I'll reread Rabbit, Run this week, I guess.
Fuck.