From Chip McGrath’s acknowledgment of John Updike, in today’s Week in Review section of the Times. Updike used to hand-stamp his name and address, as well as the address of his publisher, Knopf. Updike died on Tuesday.
“There was something endearingly quaint about those little inky imprints—a legacy perhaps of a Depression boyhood and a lifetime habit of efficiency—but they also reflected his enduring fascination with the magic of print.”
A man I know once told me that Updike liked women, and so, from Rabbit, Run, some sentences for contemplation: A barefoot Du Pont. Brown legs probably, bitty birdy breasts. Beside a swimming pool in France. Something like money in a naked woman, deep, millions.