I would like to observe John. I would like to spend time anonymously studying his eyes, trying to see what lies behind them that makes this man such a good writer, for the talent he possesses could only come from the soul.
I don’t know that I would actually want to have a conversation with him, I would not know what to say or ask, besides the same boring things that one might say in the presence of someone you are in awe of…embarrassing myself in the aftermath of my starstruck, opened mouth stare.
I find myself many times, while engrossed in one of his novels, flipping to the back cover to closely study his picture, trying to capture something that might help me understand his insightful writing and the essence of his character. Meeting him and talking to him might only diminish the pedestal that I have placed him on as an author.
I have already met John Irving, in my imagination and I am sure that I have learned more about him there then I would if I were to meet him face to face.