How is Larry Kramer doing through all of this?

Does he still make the occasional appearance on CNN?

He said he's writing a play about older gay men that lived through AID's and are now facing the coronavirus.

You're kidding r2.

Nope

Its called "The Normal Lung".

We avoid him like the plague. I mean, we just can't with him.

Has anyone asked if he’s ok?

Meghan, [italic]I[italic] did, and he said he's surviving, but he's not [italic]thriving.[/italic]

My greater concern is his fellow New Yorker and writer, Robert Caro. I so fear that he won’t live to complete his final book on LBJ.

Wonder no more, OP.

OP is responsible for his death!

R10, you forgot the link

Actually this is the link:

Well, his fragility was why I worried about his health more than a month ago and started this thread. It seemed like he would go on forever in some ways, but he always looked more and more fragile each time the Times did an article about him.

One of the things that is so fascinating to me about the end was that he said he was writing a play about living through "the three plagues," by which he meant AIDS, COVID, and old age. It's striking that he thought of old age as a "plague," but he was one of those people like Philip Roth who was furious at God (or at the universe) for making him mortal, and who just at some level simply could not believe he was fated to die one day. He htought it was an outrage that everyone should be up in arms about. People like that are both remarkable and sad.

He's fine! Still sending his rage!

Is he DEAD TO ME?

R14 That was true if Susan Sontag, too. Her son reported that in her last days, she would frequently wail in despair, “I can’t believe I’m actually dying.” So there are folks who definitely do not go gently into that good night. They rage against the dying of the light. My father, diagnosed with metastatic lung cancer at 59 (forty years on unfiltered Chesterfields May have played a role) did what he could, put his affairs in order (he was a banker and made sure my mom would not have any financial worries) and drifted into death two months to the day after his diagnosis. I would not say he chose death (he had retired two years earlier and looked forward to some leisure time and even going back to school—he dropped if high school in the middle of the Depression, but was just naturally smart), but he may have realized that the “fight” was useless. That’s why I hate metaphors of “fighting” a disease-it suggests there are brave and cowardly ill people—a virus or tumor really doesn’t honor “virtue,”