The last few months, I’ve been a ghost. After my dad died, I haven’t been right — and I’ve been everywhere. Since I learned he was sick — in mid-March, on a crackly phone line in Sanaa, Yemen — I’ve laid my head in 17 beds in as many cities across six countries. From Sanaa to Riyadh, Doha to Dubai, New York to Washington DC, Miami to Istanbul, it’s been a ceaseless slog.
For too many, I’ve been a ghost: For my wife, my daughter, my friends, my family. I left the Middle East, I went to America and the hospital, he died, and then we tried to figure out how to go forward — how to move on, me to Istanbul and my wife to Baghdad.
Lost in much of this was my ability to focus on anything that would be useful to the True/Slant community, of which I had been a very proud member.
Since I left jobs as an editor at The Village Voice and Rolling Stone, I’ve walked from New York to New Orleans, I’ve become a father, and just as hard as any of that, I’ve tried to become a full-time writer.
True/Slant has been a big part of this transition, and I’m truly grateful to Coates Bateman and Michael Roston for the chance.
From my new base in Istanbul, I bid you all adieu. I wish it weren’t so. With colleagues at T/S as various as Michael Hastings, Catilin Kelly, and David Rees, I felt like I had been part of a rollicking and often rigorous community — one perhaps unlike anywhere else on the Web.
(Would that it weren’t folding! Way to go, Forbes/World Inc./Megacorp LLC, for squashing a small, good thing!)
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- Not dead, I was nonetheless hit by a car today
- Reading Stephen King in Riyadh
- When teenaged Saudi girls attack!
- My favorite American painter
- David Rees is unstoppable
- In Defense of Verlyn Klinkenborg