Day #163: Groove Armada – “I Won’t Kneel” (Treasure Fingers Remix)
“Someone named Nora Ephron died.” Phil reports the CNN headline to me, certain that I am going to know who this is. I do, to an extent. I’d seen her movies. I wonder if she would say she’s a writer first, and a producer and director second. Her film credits aren’t very long, but they are prolific. Especially, When Harry Met Sally.
Cookie was a little-known comedy she did back in 1989 that I really liked. Because of that, I always compare her to Desperately Seeking Susan director, Susan Seidelman. Another old New York soul who’s credited for developing strong female characters. I think that’s easy for women like that. Or at least for Ephron, who was that kind of person in real life (and I imagine Seidelman is, too). Her novel, Heartburn, adapted for film in 1982, was a thinly veiled autobiography about her failed marriage to famed journalist, Carl Bernstein. She divorced him when she found out the bastard was having an affair while she was pregnant with their second child.
Nora Ephron was 71 when she died on Tuesday. Her obit in the New York Times garnered hundreds of responses from readers who regarded her as one of life’s great commentators on womanhood. I think her contribution was succinctly summed up by the reader who wrote: ‘”I’ll have what she’s having.’ One of the greatest all time lines ever.” I suspect that a lot of those readers posting those comments were women. And specifically, women in their 40s and 50s who have experienced the kind of things that Ephron wrote about. Not dating. Not relationships. Not finding a job. But marriage. Divorce. Sex. Aging. Dying. Experiences that someone like me, who just turned 30 and just got married can’t fully appreciate, yet.
Thanks in advance, Nora.