I shall be very sad when Alan Bennett dies. Don't mistake me, I haven't heard that he is ailing (his cancer has been in remission for over ten years), but this thought overwhelmed me yesterday as I was reading The History Boys. I've seen the play and the movie and loved watching both, but the dialogue is just so clever that it deserves to be read and reread. I happened to be on the subway as I started it and, even at the risk of provoking funny looks, could not keep myself from chortling out loud.
I admired him before I even knew his name, having heard a reading of Winnie-the-Pooh on the radio. It was years later that I realized who the reader was.