Today marks 3 years since the death of Denis Johnson, who wrote the best final page of a short story I’ve ever read.
He also wrote one of the greatest descriptions you’ll find of being a writer.
And this account of an emergency room’s daily cycle is a masterclass in rhythm (that second ‘children’! It’s perfect):
He considered himself an accidental correspondent at best, but he filed incredible stories from Liberia during the civil war and Afghanistan under the Taliban. Two weeks after 9/11 he wrote this extraordinary response to the attacks in the New Yorker:
This scene, from a story that includes an account of being in downtown Manhattan the day the towers fell, is the reason why whenever I see Peter O’Toole the words ‘or even of himself’ blow through my head:
His wife Cindy was his first reader. She was permitted three grades of response: genius, Shakespeare, or Elvis.
His work is jammed full of moments like this, which is genius:
And this, which is Shakespeare:
And this, which is Elvis:
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