My Friends on the Other Side (Umberto Eco & Harper Lee): by Fiza Pathan
I felt I just had to share my post of February 21, 2016. It is as relevant today as it was then.
I’m not here to talk about how Harper Lee and Umberto Eco left this world.
I’m not here to write their eulogies on insaneowl.com.
I’m not here to describe their body of work or how popular they were.
I’m here to send a message to my readers that we mourn Harper Lee and Umberto Eco because we knew them; they were popular. But out there in the world, there are many writers whose deaths don’t concern us, which they should.
For when an ordinary person who does not write dies, one life in the family of humanity is lost.
When a writer dies, many different kinds of people, places, worlds, universes, thoughts etc., die with him/her. In short, a part of humanity itself is lost.
I was an introvert at school and no one wanted to be my friend. I grew reclusive even in the midst of school chaos and…
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