Dohiyi Mir
In Which NTodd Says His Peace
Gray Day
I had a sinking feeling when Spalding Gray disappeared, and the worst has indeed happened:
Spalding Gray, the monologuist with a swath of silver hair and an ability to lay bare his soul in a soft, New England-flecked accent, didn't believe he was a great extrovert. "People want to have me to dinner," he told The Associated Press in 1997. "I'm not Mr. Quick. I'm not a great social satirist. I need time to absorb life. I spend a lot of time mulling, cogitating."
That cogitation took a more painful direction in recent years as Gray battled depression and physical pain. On Sunday, his body was found in the East River, two months after he apparently committed suicide. He was 62.
As one who has struggled with depression for a long time myself, I know how hard it is to stop the downward spiral. This news makes me very sad.
ntodd
