Body Found in East River Solves Mystery of Missing Artist Spalding Gray... and some of you already know, my favorite author has been missing for almost two months. Here's a bit:
And it is his dry humor that may have the last word. In a 1997 interview he offered his own epitaph: "An American Original: Troubled, Inner-Directed and Cannot Type."Thanks to several of you who sent me related links yesterday on finding Spalding Gray. Alas, I will be trying to organize a Spalding Gray tribute of sorts, perhaps viewing two of his films (Swimming to Cambodia and Monster in the Box) later on today or tomorrow.
When I lived in Seattle, my co-workers and housemates often drew comparisons of me to Spalding Gray. They said my matter-of-fact recanting of my daily life reminded them of Splading. In a weird moment, I had a random phone call with Senor sometime in late 1997. I was in Seattle, he was in his office in Midtown and he asked, "Dude, have you ever read Spalding Gray?" I laughed and told him what mostly everyone around me told me.... how I remind them of one of my favorite writers.
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