I opened up my March 27, 2006 issue of The New Yorker and found a wonderful piece by Calvin Trillin about his late wife, Alice. It's a wonderful read and I only hope that one day I can write something as beautiful and loving about my wife, Paige.
And so my next literary obsession begins now. My public library has much of his body of work and tomorrow I will start with the "Travels With Alice." Mr. Trillin looks to be my new Adam Gopnik, writing with such love and reverence about a spouse or a child as he watches that person relate with the world. He is a New Yorker and so lives where my spirit lives. He watches, observes, and writes it all down as if he's giving a gift to people like me, letting me feel like I am seeing his city and his people as I sit next to him in Greenwich Village.
I invite and welcome readers to leave a comment below. And I'd like to know which writer moves you like no other. Who seems to speak to your own rhythm? Who is your Calvin Trillin?