Esquire has a really nice feature on Roger Ebert, who has experienced a rebirth as a writer since a series of operations .
But now everything he says must be written, either first on his laptop and funneled through speakers or, as he usually prefers, on some kind of paper. His new life is lived through Times New Roman and chicken scratch. So many words, so much writing — it’s like a kind of explosion is taking place on the second floor of his brownstone. It’s not the food or the drink he worries about anymore — I went thru a period when I obsessed about root beer + Steak + Shake malts, he writes on a blue Post-it note — but how many more words he can get out in the time he has left.
I’ve always liked Ebert and I consider this version an upgrade…he’s doing his best work. (thx, david)