Thursday, January 24, 2008

Heath Ledger

My husband got a text from his friend, first thing on Wednesday morning. Heath Ledger is dead...

I don't know that he was the greatest actor who lived or anything, but I'm sad about it. I thought he was gorgeous, intelligent, funny. Charismatic. His face is like the comic/tragic masks.

I couldn't help but be reminded of how it felt when River Phoenix died. It might have been the night I met my husband, actually, we were all walking from pub to club along the seafront, with a case of Heineken, and raised a toast to him. I felt that loss more keenly, I suppose because he was much more of my generation and we'd grown up with him - Heath Ledger wasn't in Stand By Me after all. But still - I think he could have been. And I think he seemed enough of a - I don't know what the word is - not character, not star, just someone who shone brightly enough that the world will miss him, even just a little.

It's even harder if his overdose was a simple accident, as I've heard suggested (though perhaps I haven't been keeping up with the gossip), if he didn't die through hedonism, or self destruction. And he has a family, though I think he'd recently split up with his wife. How awful for his daughter. How awful to lose someone so remotely, while they're far away and alone in a hotel room.


  1. It's true. I felt River Phoenix's death as a great tragedy. I think he was of the same omni-popular ilk as Johnny Depp but with something extra too. I don't think Ledger was the same but it's still a tragedy. So many drug related deaths these days. I'm just glad Owen Wilson survived.

  2. As do I. When we all start psychically posting about the same things at the same times then we know there's trouble afoot.