Archive for the ‘Obituaries’ Category

Arthur “Art” F. Dickerson, U.S. businessman, academic and poet, died May 4, 2017

Arthur “Art” F. Dickerson

Arthur “Art” F. Dickerson died on May 4, 2017. He was born in Seguin, Texas in February 1926. Art enlisted in the U.S. Navy during WWII and was enrolled in the University of Texas at Austin, where he graduated at age 19 and married Colleen B. Patton. He was employed by General Electric, having worked there for twenty three years. When the family moved to California, Art worked for the Hughes Corporation, where he managed the High Voltage DC Research Lab in Malibu. Art worked in research and development all his life and eventually started his own corporation, Bluepoint Associates. Art also taught, first for the University of Southern California and later for Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. He was a painter, a poet, a photographer, a singer and a dancer. Art was preceeded in death by his wife Colleen Dickerson. He is survived by his daughters Shari Dickerson and Crystal Dickerson; his grandson Travis Reed and Travis’ fiancee Judi Jordan; his granddaughter Jessie Sokol and her husband David Sokol; and his great-grand- daughter Emily Sokol. He is also survived by his loving girlfriend Glenna Horton.

Jenny Diski “was a writer for whom no subject was taboo”

enny Diski wrote candidly about her cancer diagnosis in her London Review of Books column. Photograph: Rex

enny Diski wrote candidly about her cancer diagnosis in her London Review of Books column. Photograph: Rex

Kate Kellaway writes:

Jenny Diski, who has died of cancer aged 68, was a writer for whom no subject was taboo. Her remarkable first novel, Nothing Natural (1986), about a sadomasochistic affair, was feted and damned in equal measure. It has a quality that persisted in all her work: a refusal to censor, a breezy determination to keep it real (whatever “it” turned out to be). She was the least deceived writer imaginable, and she was never complacent. She once said she wrote each new book out of a feeling that the one before had been a failure. She did not stop her zestful experimenting: 11 novels, two collections of short stories, memoirs, travelogues and essays. Each book was a new departure, but she is likely to be best remembered for her nonfiction.

In her idiosyncratic travelogue Stranger on a Train (2002), she intriguingly linked crossing the US by rail with escapist journeying in her youth on the Circle line of the London underground. In 2009, with The Sixties, she pulled off an unhackneyed account of the decade – sex, drugs, rock’n’roll, and Aldermaston marches. But her memoir Skating to Antarctica (1997) is the most remarkable of her books. It stars her daughter, Chloe, who steers Diski into finding out what became of her mother, with whom relations had been severed for decades. The narrative alternates startlingly between a trip to the frozen south and this search – Diski’s reluctant advance towards catharsis.

Fidel Castro, Cuban dictator, dies at 90

Fidel Castro

Fidel Castro

Kevin Sullivan and J.Y. Smith write:

Fidel Castro, whose Cuban revolution turned his Caribbean island into a potent symbol of the world’s greatest ideological and economic divides of the 20th century, has died, Cuban state media announced late Friday. He was 90.

The death was announced on Cuban state TV by Castro’s younger brother, Raúl, who succeeded his sibling years ago as the country’s leader.

The son of a prosperous sugar planter, Mr. Castro took power in Cuba on New Year’s Day 1959 promising to share his nation’s wealth with its poorest citizens, who had suffered under the corrupt quarter-century dictatorship of Fulgencio Batista.

Mr. Castro, a romantic figure in olive-drab fatigues and combat boots, chomping monstrous cigars through a bushy black beard, became a spiritual beacon for the world’s political far left.

Brian Inglis “belonged in politics to the centre, critical of the extremists in Labour and the Conservatives…”

Brian Inglis

Brian Inglis

In his obituary of Brian Inglis, Richard West writes:

Under the guidance of Inglis, the Spectator became for a time by far the most lively and readable of the weekly papers, as it was once more to be 20 years later. Like the proprietor, Sir Ian (now Lord) Gilmour, Inglis belonged in politics to the centre, critical of the extremists in Labour and the Conservatives, without enthusiasm for Liberals either, at any rate not with a capital letter. Under Inglis’s guidance, the Spectator championed during the 1950s most of the causes that came into law in the 1960s – easy divorce, the relaxation of censorship, the toleration of homosexuality.

Neil Langdon Inglis

Neil Langdon Inglis

Read the featured interview with Interlitq about his father, the author Brian Inglis, by Neil Langdon Inglis, U. S. General Editor of Interlitq, and a contributor to Issues 18, 19, 20 and 21 of Interlitq, and Interlitq´s “English Writers 1”, “English Writers 2” and “English Writers 3”,

Francis King “was fascinated by meanness and evil…”

rancis King in 1993. Photograph: Denis Jones/Evening Standard/Rex

Francis King in 1993. Photograph: Denis Jones/Evening Standard/Rex

Jonathan Fryer writes of Francis King:

Francis loved to travel, developing a passion for Egypt. Always immaculately turned out in suit and tie, he had the exquisite manners and precise diction of a former age. Though a strong supporter of the Conservative party, he held some radical views, not least relating to his sexuality. He was a prolific correspondent and took great delight in private missives in adopting fake personas of both genders, notably the putative Italian aristocrat, Francesca di Rimini Pimini. Francis claimed that the letters page of one edition of the Spectator was entirely filled with spoof letters he had sent from backwoods’ colonels and spinsters.

He was an extraordinarily kind and generous man, his generosity latterly obliging him to sell of some of his best paintings, including a magnificent Duncan Grant. His tolerance of some of his acquaintances’ dishonesty and unpleasantness puzzled many of his friends; despite being such a good man himself, he was fascinated by meanness and evil – as is reflected in some of the characters in his books.