Midweek Notes from a Practicing Writer
This isn’t going to be a typical midweek post. That’s because this week hasn’t been typical.
Upon my return from Rosh Hashanah evening services Sunday night, I discovered news that, frankly, I’ve been dreading for some time.
So sad to hear of the passing of Stanley Hoffmann, who made the Center of European Studies at Harvard a brilliant intellectual community
— Simon Schama (@simon_schama) September 13, 2015
I began crying immediately. And maybe 30 seconds later, a phone call came from my college roommate, who’d just seen the news via The New York Times.
If you follow me on Twitter, you may have realized that since then, I’ve expressed little that isn’t about Stanley there–with some exception for Rosh Hashanah worship and our extraordinary rabbi’s latest extraordinary sermon.
Because little else has been on my mind and in my heart.
It has been one of the greatest blessings of my life to have been mentored and befriended by Stanley Hoffmann.
I haven’t yet found the words to express that blessing adequately, and perhaps I’ll never find them. For now, I’m especially grateful to Art Goldhammer for his perfect tribute.
But even if I lack the words, I still have so many of Stanley’s to surround me.
And I know that I am not alone.
Olav hasholom dear Stanley, you made so many of us better teachers, thinkers, speakers, humans — Simon Schama (@simon_schama) September 13, 2015