Reading Larry Hagman’s obituary provoked one question: do people tire of being friends with a professional biographer who may become too entrenched in their subject’s life to not talk about anything else?
For example, if I were working night and day on a biography and my job was to talk to hundreds of sources (friends, colleagues, bosses, family fo that person), the subject’s life would invade my own. A friend recently ordered someone’s travel journal of the former Yugoslavia from 1934. This diary is a self-described “old man’s” narrative whose itinerary starts somewhere in Serbia, and ultimately ends in Zagreb over the course of three weeks. The language is Serbo-Croatian and the style is poetic and casual. My friends and I become quite enchanted by this hand-written work and now it has become a core interest of mine.