Friend of the Blog, Mr. Frank, lost his almost two-year long battle with a freak illness this afternoon. In May, Mr. Frank felt well enough to weigh in on Jonathan Lethem’s Fortress of Solitude via instant messenger from his physical rehab facility (we posted it here). He even used the phrase “Gormenghast trilogy” - I had to look it up. Mr. Frank was a man of letters, a bar stool philospher’s bar stool philosopher, and a fucking champ of a human being. Wherever you find yourself today, raise a glass in memory of our Mr. Frank.
August 14th, 2006 at 5:15 pm
Well, fuck.
This is probably me remembering things through rose-colored glasses, but it sure seems like Atlanta used to have a lot more interesting, eccentric figures like The Mayor of the Highlands, Mr. Frank, back in the day. (”A barstool philosopher’s barstool philosopher” is the best description anybody could ever come up with for Frank.)
I know that that there’s one less interesting, eccentric figure, one less fucking champ of a human being, in Atlanta today.
August 14th, 2006 at 5:43 pm
Sorry that I didn’t know Mr. Frank, but I will definitely hoist one tonight in his fine memory.