Bourdain Still Dead After Six Months
by C. L. Cook - Pacific Free Press
December 12, 2018
"Anxiety and depression are normal reactions to circumstances that are profoundly disordered: when lies are promoted as truth, ugliness as beauty, and fear is your motivation. Do not medicalize your pain: fight back. You will die anyway, but give yourself a reason to live." ~ Werner Twertzog sez
The challenge puzzles long-done, I settled into the tub anyway with the Jumble and a standard ten-minute Grid-for-Dummies. Eleven minutes later I turned the page, hoping to see what I knew wasn't on the other side, another puzzle.
Instead, there below a large photograph of Anthony Bourdain, were a pair of articles, obituaries of the feted author, famous television show host/producer, and globe-trotting kitchen raconteur found hanged in his suite at the five star, Hotel Le Chambard in Kayserberg, France.
The subhead of the first, a syndicated piece from the Associated Press, informed, "Chef whose whimsical sense of adventure won millions of fans is thought to have hanged himself at hotel".
A little more than six months from the day, that's how the story remains.
Late to appreciate Bourdain's programs, I watched enough of them however to get a sense of the man, (in a media-witnessed way) and felt the familiar, "Oh gee...bummer" sensation when first hearing the news on that late Spring day in June.
Though nothing on the scale of the annus horribilus for celebrities in 2016, the quick succession of his and fellow New York culture celeb, Kate Spade's suicides created a brief zeitgeist ripple, reminding again of both the fragility and mystery of life. "Why?" we asked, "when they seemed to have it all..."
The portrait accompanying the piece offers only as much as can be read into it. Bourdain seated in a well-appointed room, (the suite at the Chambard?) in a medium shot. An arm draped round the chair back, his other on the table, as though he may stand for a different pose. The expression a poker face, not blank but unrevealing, the caption ironic in the circumstance, reading,
"You go out there and show the best story you can as best you can. If it's interesting to you, hopefully it's interesting to others."
The second obit is more focused, detailing Bourdain's appearances at local and near-local restaurants to me, a speaking engagement to a sold-out house possessing a "rock concert-like atmosphere", and Canadian anecdotes.
There are too quoted reactions by friends.
"I'm in shock, devastated and at a total loss for words (the right and wrong ones)," restaurateur, Jen Agg says.
"I'm so sad for his family. I'm so sad for his friends. I'm so sad for his colleagues. I'm so sad for me."
All those left behind by suicide are left sad and bewildered and wondering not why, but how they missed the chance to intervene, to make things better, good enough to stay around for; missed the chance to save their loved ones.
The New York Times eulogized the native son. A quick internet search of articles from the day after turns up, 'Sorrow and Questions in a French Village After Anthony Bourdain's Suicide'. It probes, between ads for Zenith wrist watches and make-up routines older women should know about, the baffling occasion of Bourdain's sudden death.
There are pictures, taken just days before the unhappy event, of friends in a narrow, cobblestone, Kayserberg street, all smiles and bonhomie; nothing to hint at the dark time to come.
Olivier Nasti, chef and owner of Le Chambard sends out condolences to all Bourdain's fans, to all "the anonymous people around the world" on behalf of the "whole family of French gastronomy that joins me, to renew our deep friendship to our American brothers bereaved."
An American tourist, unexpectedly arrived at the tragic scene laments his countryman's passing, observing,
"He opened up doors; he took people where they would otherwise not go, because they were afraid to go. He made them be not afraid."
And there he is, his photograph in a newspaper, dug from deep among many in my bathroom magazine rack, faintly smiling, enigmatic, seated in a chair, alive and still dead six months later.
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