Farewell, Norman

Norman Mailer died yesterday. I met him once. Kind of.

I was staying at a friend's house next to his house in P-town. During my stay, I walked on the beach every morning and saw him a few times. One morning, he stopped me and asked, "Are you Russian?".

(I'm not.)

I was too stunned by his Norman Mailerness and the abruptness and oddness of the question to ask him why he would ask.

He said "Huh" to my "Uh. . .nooo" and kept on walking.

Now we will never know.