I was very saddened to hear of the death of David Halberstam. I'd read his The Best And The Brightest years ago and many other works of his as well, including The Teammates, an excellent book about four friends on the Boston Red Sox who met on the team and remained friends their entire lives, and still are, except for the deceased Ted Williams (the other friends are Johnny Pesky, Bobby Doerr, and Dom DiMaggio). In fact, I was about to start reading his The Education Of A Coach, a well-reviewed book on Coach Bill Belichick of the New England Patriots. In an interview this moring on sports talk radio, the coach mentioned that Halberstam had finished a book on the Korean War, and was starting a new one on the 1958 NFL Championship Game between the N.Y. Giants and the Baltimore Colts, a watershed game in NFL history.
I had the good fortune to hear an interview on that very same radio station when he was promoting The Education Of A Coach. Witty, gentle, erudite man.
The man was so diverse as a writer, and an excellent one to boot. What a waste, dying in a car crash.
I remember a Star Trek episode years ago, "Assignment: Earth" in which Gary Seven remarks to his 'familiar' that dying in a car crash was such a senseless waste as two operatives of his had suffered that fate. He was human but had been trained from birth by an alien race to help save mankind from destroying itself in the late Sixties, and was observing human behavior as an outsider. The things that we accept as practically run-of-the-mill includes death in vehicles at a staggering rate.