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Obituaries are history as it is happening. Whose time am I living in? Was he a success or a failure, lucky or doomed, older than I am or younger? Did she know how to live? Where else can you celebrate the life of the pharmacist who moonlighted as a spy, the genius behind Sea Monkeys, the school lunch lady who spent her evenings as a ballroom hostess? No wonder so many readers skip the news and the sports and go directly to the obituary page. This book is the story of how these stories get told. Enthralled by the fascinating lives that were marching out of this world, Marilyn Johnson tumbled into the obits page to find out what made it so lively. She sought out the best obits in the English language and chased the people who spent their lives writing about the dead.--From publisher description.… (more)
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For me, this book was an easy read; I finished it over two days. The chapters are well-constructed and there is a comfortable sequence to the topic. The multiple examples of “obits” were entertaining and enlightening. I introduced to a sub-set of people in our society who perceive life differently than many of the rest of us. She provides many Internet sites to find “obit.” Though I do read obituaries occasionally, I am not of the stripe that read daily and revels in the words and look to feel as an introduction has occurred just by reading this bit of a person.
I will give this book 3 ½ stars.
The book chronicles obit conventions, websites (celebrity death beeper at deathbeeper.com and
findagrave.com), bios of obit
But if obits are what drew you to this book you may be a little disappointed, as I was. The author spends a lot of time talking, not so much about obits but about the reporters who write the obits. The book is brimming with mini-bios of a bunch of people that no one outside of the obit's fanatical following have heard of. And this gets a little tiresome.
Like all good fans, the author over-hypes the obit and its small circle of practitioners. For example, the author says in 1986, competition between London newspapers was such that it spawned "nothing short of a revolution, the Obituary Revolution, which sent shock waves through the English-speaking world and created a generation of fans."
Really? Shock waves through the English-speaking world?
I would have gladly traded some of the bio information and hype for a few more gems like this obit written by Dougals Martin:
"Selma Kock, a Manhatten store owner who earned a national reputation by helping women find the right bra size, mostly though a discerning glance and never with a tape measure, died Thursday at Mount Sinai Medical Center. She was 95 and a 34B."
Another neat section was the one where the author talks about euphemisms, offering these one-liners found in newspapers:
He joined the choir eternal.
He's gone to the rainbow.
She went to paint the pearly gates.
She was promoted to Glory.
He earned the golden halo.
Left to play accordian in Jesus' band.
and my all time favorite,
She accidentally went to Jesus.
This is a good read for those who read the obits on a daily basis and want to gain some critical insights and maybe some folks who like biographies, as this touches on dozens of journalists past and present.
In our 20s and 30s, we just glance over
As you read obituaries, you start to wish they conveyed more of the person’s past spirit. The articles contain the basics, yet they miss the essences that made a life essential on earth. As Marilyn Johnson says in her new book, The Dead Beat, “A little life well lived is worth talking about.”
Author Johnson claims this is a good time to die. “Historians tell us we are living in the Golden Age of the Obituary.” Three of the biggest papers in America have reporters who report only on the departed—an assignment known fondly in the business as the “dead beat.”
The obituary section, usually assigned to insubordinate reporters as punishment, became an opportunity to weld ink pens filled with bittersweet sentiments. Banished to the basement, reporters figured no one would be reading their work so why not jazz it up. They even took to mock announcements, giving overly flourished eulogies, punctured with an atmosphere of hush, to saintly ghost that were never born.
Famous people require a reporter to research their lives and have the obituary written months in advance. These two-to-three, column-long missives called “canned obituaries” are ready when it is time for the second act.
Violet-eyed, Elizabeth Taylor’s obituary has been written and rewritten as the actress struggles with continuing health issues—multiple broken backs, life threatening pneumonias, hip replacements and now congestive heart failure. One eager reporter, in the early 90s, leaked her canned obit to the presses. After reading them she said, “The best reviews I ever had.”
Now, the author may recoil at any suggestion that she exhibits cultish behavior in her chosen craft as an obituarist. But, the passion for her profession shines through with a blend of dignity, respect and a healthy sense of humor.
‘The Dead Beat’ is a remarkable tribute to her profession. I particularly enjoyed her homage to many of the pioneer obituarists of the egalitarian tributes. She has done her homework and I appreciate the history lesson. The author demonstrates a reverence for her chosen profession and genuine compassion for the deceased and those they leave behind. I value the education on obituary structures and styles and I came away thinking I had just completed a course in Obituaries 101.
Above all else, ‘The Dead Beat’ was entertaining and enlightening and I have become a new fan of the obituary. I will no longer avoid this rich section of the newspaper and I may just start searching the online obituary resources as detailed in the book. The notes, references and bibliography are useful and thorough for those who want to pursue more.
Note: This mini-review was printed in the literary anthology 'hoi polloi - A Literary Journal for the Rest of Us'.
I am not talking about death notices; hose stale pieces telephoned into news desks by funeral directors on deadline. No. I am talking about those well-written, free-wheeling stories about someone’s death. Written with care, the obituaries I
Marilyn Johnson, who counts herself among the obit obsessed, provides the reader with a funny and fascinating tour of the world of the obituary. Starting with a visit to the Sixth Great Obituary Writers' International Conference, she explores this written form of journalism as a scholar. With grace, charm, insight and wit she delves into the differences between British and American obits, as well as regional differences here in the U.S.A.
Illustrated with poignant examples, she relates the life stories of a school lunch lady who spent her evenings as a ballroom hostess; a pharmacist moonlighting as a spy; a Manhattan retailer who helped women find the proper bra size. “She was 95 and a 34B.”
Marilyn Johnson celebrates what many of us know. People lead unusual lives. Fortunately, for obit lovers, those tales are told in warm, funny and appreciative ways after they die.
Penned by the Pointed Pundit
Thursday, September 07, 2006
12:31:13 PM
I didn't like this as much as I'd hoped, maybe because I didn't much care for the author's "voice." It's not her irreverence: I expected that, and it's a quality by which I'm generally more
On the other hand, this book offers an enjoyable look at prominent obituarists' careers and contributions, as well as the evolution and various cultural approaches to obituary-writing. And the many obituary fragments are also interesting.
Published in 2006, this is a study of a particular type of writing, and it involves more travel and humor than you'd likely expect. One of those books that sent me googling people mentioned.