William F. Buckley Jr., the conservative columnist, humorist, and well-loved literary character, died today at his Connecticut home. He was 82. Though he suffered from diabetes and emphysema, the cause of his death is so far unknown, according to his son Christopher. The New York Times has already posted their lengthy obituary of the National Review founder. He died while seated at his desk in the study of his home. “He might have been working on a column,” his son said.
William F. Buckley, Jr. Dead at 82 [AP]
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Pat Buckley, the legendarily well-dressed socialite also known as Mrs. William F., died Sunday at her home in Stamford, Connecticut, and the event has prompted a flow of fond and admiring obituaries. The Observer takes its turn in paper, and it presents this delightful paragraph, which gets only more delightful as you read on:
“My favorite story is the time John Kenneth Galbraith brought Ted Kennedy to visit them in their chateau in Rougemont,” said Linda Bridges, a friend of Mrs. Buckley and a longtime editorial assistant to her husband. “And then Kennedy was going back to Gstaad, and the Galbraiths were going in the other direction. Kennedy asked if he could borrow a car to go back to Gstaad and Pat said, ‘Certainly not — there are three bridges between here and Gstaad.’”
We have no idea why the piece is illustrated, online at least, with a portrait of Molly Shannon. But, you know, small pleasures.
Great Lady [NYO]