How will my obituary read? I ponder this as we make our way west. I imagine it often. Not only the obituary but the online praise in the form of tweets from folks in the film industry. The Rest in Powers, the cited snippets of profundity from my writings, mentions of my selflessness, my friendship, the times I brought soup or consoled the brokenhearted (I must remember to do some of that sometime), the teeth-gnashing about how I was too young, how I was “a critic’s critic.” I imagine myself trending. Just for a little while.
