Erich Segal died last week.
The Guardian obituary, says the fame his first book Love Story brought him: shouldered aside a litany of other accomplishments: as classics scholar and teacher, literary critic and sports commentator, essayist and scriptwriter, historian and practitioner of comedy.
I don’t disagree with that.
I had known little of his other accomplishments until I read the obituary. But like most women, and perhaps a few men, of my generation I’d sobbed my way through the film when I was a teenager. Then I bought the book and sobbed some more.