A few thoughts on the death, this week, of screenwriter, journalist, essayist, and playwright Nora Ephron at age 71. I love that Nora Ephron defied the conventional wisdom that you can only do one thing well in life.
Born into a family of writers, write is what she did, but she did not confine herself to one form”“articles, screenplays, plays, and books were all her arenas. Throughout her life, she turned life itself – including her own difficulties with romantic relationships – into comedy, and in so doing, she brought joy to millions. Her painful failed marriage to Watergate reporter Carl Bernstein provided the inspiration and material for her book, “Heartburn,” a comedic novel that put her on the map (though too many critics describe the book in one-dimensional terms as a skewering of Bernstein, decades after reading it I still recall her tough and tender tribute to the man who broke her heart, and her loving description of the morning after the birth of their first child).
She advanced her career in the male-dominated professions of journalism (as a freelance journalist as well as a reporter for The New York Post), screenwriting (her biggest credits included Sleepless in Seattle, When Harry Met Sally, Julie & Julia and the dramatic masterpiece Silkwood,). She must have been hard-driving – but not at the expense of humor or pleasure. Looking out at a roomful of well-dressed women attending a Hollywood Awards luncheon she said, “When they write the history of the feminist struggle in America, I always wonder how this lunch will exactly fit in. We are definitely the best-dressed oppressed group.” But her ability to be self-deprecating and maintain perspective does not mask the reality that, to have succeeded as she did in changing the landscape of these fields to become more female-friendly, she had to be tough as gel fingernails (a cliche like ‘tough as nails’ doesn’t cut it when eulogizing a great writer).
RIP Nora, and thanks for the honesty, fun, insight, grace, and humor.