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| | You might have been sitting next to him in a bar. A quiet night like any number of other nights, unremarkable in its demeanor. A man is sitting next to you, nursing his watered down drink, listening to the old wood of the bar stool sighing. He wonders how many voices have sat on this spot, spilling their drinks and their woes. He makes eye contact with you, a slight nod of recognition. He knows you; he knows Everyman. After a while he raises his glass slightly in a mocking gesture of solidarity. Your expression invites him to share a moment.
"So, what's your story?" he asks.
The thing is, this guy listens. He REALLY listens. And you talk, and you talk, and you talk talk talk. You talk as though nobody ever listened to you before. Slightly placed questions aimed at prodding you on to talk some more, saying things you'd only say to a stranger passing in the night, things you don't tell your wife, your children, your friends.
When the night is over, he shakes both your hands and leaves his card.
You fold it in half, sticking it inside your wallet. Your night feels oddly fulfilled, although you're sure you'll never see this passing-in-the- night, slightly bent, bright-eyed man again. But you feel vindicated, important. You were listened to. And for a night, your words mattered very much to this man, this stranger.
The master has passed. Studs Terkel, the master storyteller and one of the most famous oral historians, has died today at the age of 96. He is joined by his wife Ida, and survived by his son Paul.
If you have not had a chance to read any of his books, I highly urge you to do so. Collections of Stories of those he met.
You are in them. I am in them. Everyman is in them.
Godspeed, Studs. Your voice will be missed.
The official notice:
Author Studs Terkel dead at 96
Fri, October 31, 2008 By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
CHICAGO — Pulitzer Prize-winning author and activist Studs Terkel has died at age 96.
Colleague and close friend Thom Clark says Terkel’s son, Dan Terkell, confirmed his death today.
He died at home at 2:40 p.m., Clark said.
Studs Terkel is best known for his street-wise portrayals of the working class.
He contrasted rich and poor along the same Chicago street in the 1966 novel “Division Street: America,” explored the Depression in 1970’s “Hard Times” and chronicled how people felt about their jobs in 1974’s “Working.”
He won a Pulitzer in 1985 for his remembrances of the Second World War in his novel “The Good War.”
Dan Terkell issued a statement through Clark.
“My dad led a long, full, eventful, sometimes tempestuous, but very satisfying life,” Terkell said, describing his father’s death as “peaceful, no agony. This is what he wanted.”