IT WAS A reasonable death. He was 90 and took the inevitable final turn in late March. "I think this is it," my brother said from the nursing home. "They brought in the snack cart."
I went to Baltimore and fished a ginger ale out of a bowl of melting ice and sat by the bed. My father, dying, came in and out of stillness. He couldn't hear well, so my brother and I yelled a stream of non sequiturs: "Remember when you ran that marathon?" "Ivy is doing a ballet recital!" "We love you!" I reminded him that he had wanted me to put all his writing online. "I'm going to do that!" I said. He looked straight at me-a last moment of connection-and brightly lit up. "That's great!" he said. (Or something along those lines. His teeth were in the bathroom.)
Dad wrote opaque, elliptical, experimental works of enormous profanity. One of his plays was produced with fanfare in the 1970s, and many poems were published here and there, but most of the manuscripts were returned with polite rejections. He came of age, though, in an era of great writers writing greatly. You stuck to your guns and waited for people to figure you out, and if they didn't, even after decades-their effing loss, buddy. The upshot was 70 years of writing on crumbling yellow onionskin, dotmatrix prints with the tractor feeds still attached, and bright white laser output, along with more than 10,000 ancient WordPerfect files and blog entries, including many repeats. Now all mine to archive.
I thought, briefly, about just not doing it. What could he say? What could anyone say? It wasn't as though the internet was clamoring for the papers of a little-known English professor who retired in the mid-1980s. But a friend who's a classics scholar told me that this is exactly the stuff people should be digitizing. Vellums and parchments will survive another 1,000 years. We should save the ephemeral before it is lost. What was more ephemeral than this? Plus: A promise is a promise.
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