Goodbye Mr. "Stormin'" Norman Mailer

In the tradition of great eulogies such as those penned by W.H. Auden and Derek Zoolander, I would like to say a few words about the loss of the world's greatest author ever: Mr. Norman Mailer, who passed this weekend.

Unlike a lot of those fraudulent news sources (New York Times &c) The Concept of Irony didn't write a eulogy or obituary years in advance, so that it could be published within a half hour of his passing. Because our position around here is, honesty first; lies, deceptions, ambiguity and more lies, second.

Mr. Mailer was the author of such works as The Executioner's Song, Advertisements for Myself, As I lay Dying, Huckleberry Fin, People Probably Just Skim the List,Oswald's Tale &The Odyssey,

Of course Mr. Mailer was never published in the newsletter of the American Physical Society.

Whereas I have.

Which I think pretty much puts his work in perspective.

But what of the man? He was known as a selfish man, yet he could find it in his heart to appear in Gilmore Girls.

He had six wives, one of whom he stabbed. Have I ever stabbed my pretend fiance, Lindz?

No.

Is it because she has a restraining order out against me?

Yes, very likely.

Does that make me better than him?

Yes, very likely.

But this isn't really about me. This is about the passing of a man who apparently had a giant ego.

And such a man is as different from me, as are any of the many people who are vastly inferior to me.

So let us say goodbye.

You will missed, and not soon forgotten, Mr. Norbert Miller.