We met on a day when the leaves were starting to crumble off L. A little later, after giving me coffee and water to drink, and corn chips to eat, she motioned to a small bowl of satsuma tangerines on the table. Ephron has been working in male-dominated milieus since her early twenties: Critics and fans recognize her as the mother of the romantic comedy, and a whole other subset of critics and fans credits her with being the original Tina Fey.
That the great Nora Ephron died last night at That it was sudden—a vigil on Twitter, a flurry of worried texts from friends, and then Tuesday night the bell tolled. Ephron, the legendary writer and director, had died of pneumonia, a complication of myeloid leukemia.
What was least funny of all was how many of us obsessive fans who dreamed of meeting the cool, hilarious and incomparable Nora—and striking up a fast friendship—never will. I know just how she feels. How is that possible? I was going to ask Nora Ephron if a starstruck outsider could ever understand her Upper West Side, or if we should quit trying.
Sure, maybe the fantasy of a perfect soul-merger with Ephron was always just a fantasy. No one woman should have had to field all those offers of friendship and expressions of sisterly awe.
The honest, shrewd essays. The fully felt romance with and extremely gratifying divorce from that schmo Carl Bernstein. The comic lines that always landed right—and then the sudden turns in language and stagecraft that gently blew the heart open.
The second and third and fourth careers as a novelist and screenwriter and even director.
The style, sparkle and elegant leather-clad slimness at every age. And the fabulous, sexy and merry marriage to Nick Pileggi—Nick and Nora! Nora Ephron's true genius?
Her marriage is over. So I can throw the pie if I want to. You throw the pie. And then, as she recounted recently in "I Remember Nothing," things start working out.
You fall in real love.
Ephron was a D. She also worked like a demon.
That was an enormous gift to new Web users, right at the start of the digital revolution. But Ephron was right: Email was exciting for a time.(Given the severity of my text neck, I'm already halfway there.) Check out Ephron's "Serial Monogamy" essay over at The New Yorker for a preview of her witty writing.
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If the writer is Nora Ephron, the answer is a resounding yes. For in this inspired confection of adultery, revenge, group therapy, and pot roast, the creator of Sleepless in Seattle reminds us that comedy depends on anguish as surely as a proper gravy depends on flour and butter.
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