Keith Waterhouse dies - Telegraph: "Keith Waterhouse, the author, journalist and playwright has died aged 80.
Mr Waterhouse died ''quietly in his sleep'' on Friday, a family spokeswoman said.
Waterhouse, whose works include Billy Liar and Jeffrey Bernard Is Unwell, was at his home in London when he passed away.
He also was a journalist who helped create the satirical 1960s TV series 'That Was the Week That Was' and wrote a long-running column in the Daily Mail.
Mr Waterhouse frequently railed against declining standards of English. He founded the Association for the Abolition of the Aberrant Apostrophe, which attacked poor punctuation on shopkeepers' signs."
Hat tip to Jeff Meyerson.
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Some good work there. Certainly a decent CV.
I too was saddened to learn that Keith Waterhouse died. He’d been ‘unwell’ for some time, doubtless emulating his friend Jeffrey Bernard… He was one of my writing idols. Waterhouse came from humble beginnings in Leeds but had the gift of words laced with humour. He was a great advocate for protecting the apostrophe from Philistines, ignoramuses and lazy officialdom, long before Lynne Truss adopted his standard.
Many years ago, I used to buy the Daily Mail and the Daily Mirror. They gave me two politically biased views of the world where news was concerned, so I could more or less work out that reality was perhaps somewhere in between. But I liked the Mirror for two special reasons: it contained the strip cartoon ‘The Perishers’ and at the time a Keith Waterhouse column. Later, Waterhouse moved to the Mail.
He was a consummate puncturer of pomposity. I have many books by him, besides his most famous, Billy Liar (1959); he wrote a sequel, Billy Liar on the Moon (1975). My two favourites are Waterhouse at Large, being samples of his columns from the Mirror, the Times and the Observer, and English, Our English (and how to sing it). Anyone who appreciates the written word will find joy in these books. He was prolific and versatile. I have two of his autobiographies, City Lights and Streets Ahead. It doesn’t matter which of his books you pick up – whether on Travel, Lunch or Newspaper Style, you’ll enjoy them at several levels.
In his later years, his facial features seemed to fit what many of his pieces may have been considered to be: curmudgeonly. He was inventive, funny and generous of nature. A great wordsmith has gone, but his words linger on.
He was known to drink champagne every day – he didn’t drive at all. So, to toast his memory tonight I shall open a bottle of Cava.
Thanks, Nik, for a fine eulogy.
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