But now we're on our own. We'll have to finish our stories without David Rakoff's witty and gentle wisdom. If you've never read a Rakoff title, pick one up and you may meet a new friend. If you've read David's essays, maybe it's time to visit an old friend. Check out ; or .
Well, of course, propriety requires me to say he was wrong. But I secretly delighted in thinking that Ron might occasionally think of me when he read or heard David Rakoff. After all, I thought, since I admire Ron for his intelligence and judgment, couldn't I make a few personal tweaks and arrive safely in Rakoff territory? (The answer is no.) And while reading Rakoff's books for myself, I couldn't help asking whether I might be better off if I could mimic his approach toward life and his fellow human beings. (The answer is yes.) David Rakoff was a great pessimist, but much of his writing has such a gracious tone that even when he wrote about a fool, whether it was himself or someone else, there was a whiff of forgiveness.
I fell in love with David Rakoff's writing when my friend, Ron, told me that he thought David and I were alike in our cynicism, pessimism and (I suppose) in utilizing them to get a laugh. Shortly after that, I received all of David's books in the mail; my friend decided I should find out for myself.
David Rakoff lost his long battle with cancer on August 9. He was 47. A unique literary voice and humorist, in his writing, Rakoff was a self-effacing, cheerful cynic.