David Rakoff lost his long battle with cancer on August 9. He was 47. A unique literary voice and humorist, in his writing, Rakoff was a self-effacing, cheerful cynic.
I fell in love with David Rakoff's writing when my friend, Ron, told me that he thought David and I were alike in our cynicism, pessimism and (I suppose) in utilizing them to get a laugh. Shortly after that, I received all of David's books in the mail; my friend decided I should find out for myself.
A mixed tape in book form, this book of essays is a personal account of songs that have affected the life of the author of High Fidelity. It's not just a list of Hornby's favorites, it's also a funny and moving life story told through music.
Initially I picked this book up because I love cigars. Upon reading, I was surprised it was a collection of personal essays, remembrances, of a very well lived life. I wish Stryon were alive so I could buy him a drink and a cigar…I have so many questions.