I had SUCH a crush on him in high school (30 years ago! :eek: ). I had a picture of him in my nightstand drawer and I used to take it out and look at it every night before I went to bed. (The Cat Who Walks Alone had Leonardo DiCaprio pictures all over her bedroom wall when she went through her Titanic phase, and I told her, indulgently, “Honey, DiCaprio’s a toddler.”)
But then I discovered REAL boys and somehow my copy of Come to Me in Silence got left behind somewhere.
But today’s Chicago Tribune brought it all back with a whoosh. He’s doing a comeback tour, answering the same questions over and over again (“so, you’re not dead?” “No.”)
All his books are out of print. I went down to the used bookstore this morning to look for a copy but got sidetracked by the Harry Potter display (egad).
Anybody else remember sighing over what the Trib guy accurately calls “a scruffy masculine sensitivity”? I could live without the hightops, but the flannel shirt and the old blue jeans…[sigh]