It’s no longer news that the world of journalism lost one of the great ones last week when author Jeff Zaslow died in a tragic car accident. But the shock of his death continues to reverberate through our community. Of course friends and family are reeling; how will that ever stop? But those of us in the outer circles of the pond, those of us touched by his kindness and enthusiasm, not to mention his wonderful writing, mourn his loss, too.
Whenever I saw Jeff at one of his book talks, he always took time to talk shop for a few minutes. I am nowhere near his league, but he considered me a colleague nevertheless. He told me when his daughter shared my children’s book with the nursery school class she volunteered in at Temple Israel.I looked forward to using this space to share news of his latest book. He always took the time to thank me.
Jeff grew into an engaging and animated public speaker over the years and I looked forward to every one of his talks during the yearly Jewish Book Fair. It was always a pleasure to hear him, not only because he was wonderful to listen to but there was just something about the way he shared the writing of his books that made you proud and happy for his success. Plain and simple, Jeff was a mentsch.
Columnist for the Wall Street Journal, surprise yet superlative replacement for Ann Landers at the Chicago Sun Times, Zaslow took his talents in a new direction with the 2008 publication of The Last Lecture, written with Randy Pausch. Imagine the millions reached with that small jewel of a book and realize that he published four more since then. The irony escapes no one that this father of three daughters, a man always on a quest to better understand the females in his life, chose a bridal salon as the setting for his last book: The Magic Room: A story about the love we wish for our daughters. How bitter that he will never see his girls in lace and satin, never be the one to walk them to the chuppah.
Perhaps Jeff and Randy Pausch are continuing the conversation. Maybe he’s interviewing some particularly intriguing angels or other interesting characters about their life stories. But we’ll never get to read those words. Heaven’s bookshelves may well be richer, but there will forever be gaps on ours.
Beautifully written, as always. He will be missed.
Yes, “never be the one to walk them to the chuppah, ” makes my throat close.
The irony if it all is chilling. As if he went out on this HUGE statement of love for
his wife and daughters. It’s shaken the Detroit community.
I agree with everything in your eloquent tribute. Jeff was an inspiration to me as a writer and as a person. His character was as extraordinary as his talent. He was completely lacking arrogance, despite his incredible skill and well-deserved success. I, too, enjoyed hearing him speak at the yearly Book Fair, and whenever I ran into him at a school function or even at the grocery store, he was friendly and down-to-earth. I will continue to keep his wife and daughters in my prayers.
Thank you Debra-
Exactly, Ronelle. It’s what has struck me. ALL of us experienced him similarly —
that complete lack of arrogance and sweetness.
What a huge loss. His work is a reminder that a great part of what we love and admire about certain writers is how their personality is part of their work and words. He was a fine example of a wonderful person whose character shines through every word of what he wrote.
What a lovely tribute, Debra. My throat didn’t just close; tears flowed for his wife and daughters. Thank you for your ongoing gift of your talent shared here.