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Goodbye, David Rakoff

Aug 10 Posted by nancyjrab 19 Comments

David Rakoff at the Texas Book Festival, Austi...

David Rakoff at the Texas Book Festival, Austin, Texas, United States. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

They’re rosy, they’re peachy, they understand Nietzsche,

Those beautiful brainy girls.

They write well, they work hard, they understand Kierkegaard,

Those beautiful brainy girls.

Each one is undeniably intellectual.

And thank God they’re certifiably heterosexual.

They know their Cervantes, although they wear panties,

Those beautiful brainy girls.

And with those lyrics, written for the Columbia College Varsity Show in 1984, David Rakoff solidified his place as the funniest, wittiest, cleverest person I have ever had the good fortune to know.

It was the first year of co-education at Columbia, and David, along with future TV writer superstars Alexa Junge and Adam Belanoff, and composer Noel Katz, wrote this song as the opening to our show.

Years later, I still remember every word, and it still makes me smile.

David was like that.  Once you read something he wrote, or listened to him on the radio, or hung out with him in London, with your mother, ordering Turtle Soup (“Wait! It’s really turtle! he was shocked. “How horrifying!”), you remember every word he said and it makes you smile.

That’s why I’m so sad today.  Because even though, in the decades since college ended, David and I only spoke about once a year, I could always count on him to make me smile.  And last night, all too soon, at the age of 47, David died.

You know those friends that you don’t speak to for ages, but then when you do, it seems as if you never were out of touch?  That was David.  Our friend Jayne ( a talented writer in her own right) once told me that she thinks everyone who knows David feels that they have a special bond with him.  That was him.  Always making you feel special, when in fact, he was the special one.

Smarter than anyone.  Funnier. Brighter. Wittier.  And completely, totally, unimpressed with that indisputable fact.

A few years ago, David went to the Southampton Writer’s conference to teach a seminar.  He hated leaving the city. “You want greenery? Order the spinach salad.”  was the way he put it in an essay for Outside Magazine.  But he came, and he joined me (and my mother, again, for once she met him in London in 1986 she never forgot him, and always wanted to be included) at my house for lunch.  When my husband arrived, David got that look on his face that he got – that grin, those flashing eyes. “I had no idea you’d married Stanley Tucci!” he gushed, in his “I’m your saucy gay friend” sort of way. And then proceeded to make my husband feel extremely flattered…and a bit uncomfortable…for the rest of the afternoon.

That was David.  At once making me feel special for having such a husband, and my husband feel special for having movie-star looks.  All the while ignoring his own specialness, though with every word he wrote, every arcane bit of language he somehow managed to make sound fresh and current, that specialness – that extraordinary mind and talent –  was apparent.

David was generous with his talents, too.  I sent him my book proposal years ago, after an agent read an essay I had published, and contacted me interested to know if I had a book she might rep. David helped me craft a proposal.  And when the agent ended up telling me she didn’t want to rep me after all, she didn’t think I really had a book –  she did add that it was quite possibly the best book proposal she had ever received.

That was David, too.

Every email from him started “Oh honey.”

Every phrase he turned was sweet.

Every observation incredibly true, universal, yet somehow singular at the same time.

The world has lost not just a unique wit, but a lovely, lovely person. Everyone who knew him, who read him, who saw his Academy Award winning short film, who listened to him on the radio,  will miss him.

I know I will.

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If you didn’t know David or his work, listen to this. It is a lovely tribute to him, his wit, and his work from his friends at This American Life

  • The craft that consumed me (salon.com)
  • On David Rakoff (vol1brooklyn.com)

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Filed Under: Writing Tagged With: Alexa Junge, David Rakoff, David Rakoff memorial, Noel Katz, Stanley Tucci, This American Life

Comments

  1. selfishmom says

    August 10, 2012 at 1:58 pm

    I’m so sorry, Nancy. Beautiful tribute.

    Reply
  2. Elissa Freeman (@elissapr) says

    August 10, 2012 at 2:36 pm

    Your words paint a beautiful tribute, to a beautiful man. My condolences…

    Reply
  3. Adam B. says

    August 10, 2012 at 5:19 pm

    Thank you for posting this wonderful remembrance, Nancy which the brilliant, humble David would be blushing about or dismissing with a ‘pshaw’ – though those of us who knew him can acknowledge that every word is true.

    The world is much emptier today but how blessed we were to have had David in our lives; I take some small solace in the fact that his brilliant essays will always be within easy reach, his comic turns on TV and radio just a few clicks away.

    Lucky us who will miss him always.

    Reply
    • nancyjrab says

      August 10, 2012 at 5:25 pm

      Thanks, Adam. I’ve been so sad all day. And true, lucky to have known him well enough to truly miss him.

      Reply
  4. anna rabinowitz says

    August 10, 2012 at 9:01 pm

    Dearest Nancy:

    Your words are heartbreakingly true and moving.

    From the “Mom” who was blessed to have those few forever memorable tastes of David in person.

    Reply
  5. Corine (aka Complicated Mama) says

    August 11, 2012 at 12:16 am

    Beautifully written, Nancy! I’m so sorry for your loss. He sounds like he was an amazing guy!

    Reply
  6. Lisa says

    August 11, 2012 at 9:13 pm

    I knew David from college too. In fact, I met him during his study abroad in London with a mutual Columbia friend. I kept in touch with him on and off throughout the years and when I reconnected with him through Facebook a few years ago, it was like no time had passed. You are so right – he made you feel special, even though he was the special one. So smart, charming and funny. He was a beacon of light in this world. I will never forget him.

    Reply
    • nancyjrab says

      August 12, 2012 at 9:08 am

      Thank you for your kind thoughts.

      Reply
  7. mindfulness4now says

    August 12, 2012 at 12:14 am

    I don’t know of him but your tribute paints the picture of a very special soul. Sorry for ur loss

    Reply
  8. Mountain Gypsy says

    August 12, 2012 at 6:42 am

    A wonderful tribute to a once in a lifetime friend. I hope your happy memories of him will give you some comfort and ease the void.

    Reply
  9. broadsideblog says

    August 12, 2012 at 10:15 am

    Thanks for writing this wonderful tribute.

    I’m a Canadian writer in NY, and there are not that many of us here, certainly not at David’s level of fame and fortune. I never met him (lucky you!) but watched his trajectory with interest and a little envy. I was saddened and shocked to learn of his death.

    You were so fortunate to have enjoyed his kindness and generosity personally. It doesn’t surprise me to hear this as Canadians have big hearts!

    Reply
  10. k8edid says

    August 12, 2012 at 10:31 am

    I love this tribute – sorry for the loss of your friend.

    Reply
  11. Mom Mom's Apron says

    August 12, 2012 at 11:08 am

    Your post confirmed David was every bit as special as I suspected. You were so lucky to know him. I’m sorry for your loss.

    Reply
  12. Barrysentials, The He Said She Said Wine blog says

    August 12, 2012 at 12:28 pm

    Well, now we all know him, too. Thanks for sharing. It is a special gift to have such a friend. You are very lucky to live with the memory of him – oh and now, so are we!

    Reply
  13. kollshi17 says

    August 12, 2012 at 4:20 pm

    thank you

    Reply
  14. Alyssa says

    August 13, 2012 at 12:11 am

    I don’t know the person, but he seems like an amazing man base on how you describe and talk about him. 🙂

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  15. Jill Chenok says

    August 13, 2012 at 7:20 pm

    Nancy, thank you for this. I had not been in touch with David for years, but as you say so eloquently, he was a dear soul, truly special, and someone impossible to forget. So sad to lose such a bright light. Very sorry that I will not have the chance to see him again. Thank you for reminding me of our brilliant friend!

    Reply
  16. lisa@notesfromafrica says

    August 21, 2012 at 10:47 am

    Thank you for this beautiful and moving tribute. Very sorry for your personal loss, and for that of his fans worldwide.

    Reply
    • nancyjrab says

      August 21, 2012 at 10:52 am

      Thank you. And thanks for the link back as well.

      Reply

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