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Friday 29 November 2019

Oh vengeful death

Rhodes, Miller, James. All three deaths were hard to take
but to learn that Miller, a great wit, had Alzheimers for some
time before dying seemed ironic in the nastiest possible way
Clive James, Jonathan Miller and Gary Rhodes, dead in one fell swoop. And I reflect on the nature of words. Fell can have a “literary” meaning - fierce or cruel; very destructive; deadly. For once I’ll allow the cliché.

Clive James had been dying for a decade. Living confirmation that doctors, faced with any patient, should routinely predict the sufferer hadn’t long to live. Confounding an expert medico quite outweighs a harsh prediction.

James was a great TV critic for The Observer who enlisted me by poking fun at the BBC’s all-purpose blabbermouth sports reporter, David Vine; someone who had ruined many a Ski Sunday. James crammed much good writing into ten years after discovering he had leukemia. Poetry, abstruse lit. crit., etc. Latterly a weekly column which borrowed from Mark Twain (“The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.”).

After appearing with Alan Bennet, Peter Cook and Dudley Moore in Beyond The Fringe, a university romp that ended up on Broadway, Miller directed operas worldwide. In a TV documentary about La Boheme, he predicted no one could watch the “your tiny hand is frozen” scene without seeping into tears; rehearsed the scene and lo, was among several with a streaming face. Was allowed a TV series to explain just what atheism is; a memorable personal declaration.

Forty years ago I watched TV cooking programmes, a tolerance that has since substantially withered. VR liked Gary Rhodes, a sort of cheeky chappie who affected extreme hairstyles and was good fun. I was mildly astonished when in “adding salt” he disbursed a whole handful. Yes, I know it’s bad for you. So’s breathing if you do it underwater. Rhodes died from banging his head in a fall; aged only 59. Quarter of a life left.

4 comments:

  1. With you all the way - it would be hard to add anything, RR

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  2. Death often seems cruel. If Gary Rhodes was going to die at a young 59, I'm hoping he got all the salt he wanted.

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  3. Ah, for some reason this post reminded me of the first few lines of Musee des Beaux Arts by WH Auden:
    About suffering they were never wrong,
    The Old Masters: how well they understood
    Its human position; how it takes place
    While someone else is eating or opening a window or just
    walking dully along...

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  4. Colette: Gary was definitely profligate with salt. 'appen (There's a West Riding locution for you) he ran out of it.

    robin andrea: Clive James made the most of his dying; Alzheimers denied Jonathan Miller that opportunity. There's a sonnet there.

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