Art Buchwald died earlier today. Saddened as I am at this loss, I must accept that all good things come to an end. I am glad for having experienced the phenomenon that was Art.
I'll always remember his weekly column in the Hindu - each instalment gave new meaning to satire. He never pulled his punches yet delivered them with such subtlety and finesse that even those on the receiving end of his criticism could deny neither the truth nor the humor in his words.
Here are a few characteristic quotes that come to mind.
"You can't make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you're doing is recording it."
"A bad liver is to a Frenchman what a nervous breakdown is to an American. Everyone has had one and everyone wants to talk about it. "
Art Buchwald, you will ever be missed and your words never forgotten. It still feels "Too Soon to Say Goodbye".
I'll always remember his weekly column in the Hindu - each instalment gave new meaning to satire. He never pulled his punches yet delivered them with such subtlety and finesse that even those on the receiving end of his criticism could deny neither the truth nor the humor in his words.
Here are a few characteristic quotes that come to mind.
"You can't make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you're doing is recording it."
"A bad liver is to a Frenchman what a nervous breakdown is to an American. Everyone has had one and everyone wants to talk about it. "
Art Buchwald, you will ever be missed and your words never forgotten. It still feels "Too Soon to Say Goodbye".
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