I am on a poignant trip to Boston: My first author tour without a visit with David Brudnoy. An interview with David was so much an element of the gold standard of author tours that it made its way into the fiction of John Updike: Henry Bech, his alter ego, is described on a swing from David in Boston, to Leonard Lopate in New York, to Diane Rehm in Washington. David was smart, witty, prepared, informed–the perfect questioner.
He was also an old friend of NR, a contributor since the sixties, and a gracious, genial man. His death from AIDS was mourned by WFB, writing as a colleague and friend. This is the tribute of an author.