Speaking of brushes with greatness, here’s Laura Lippman:
So when I saw Stephen Sondheim a few months ago in a midtown restaurant, what did I do? Absolutely nothing. Oh, I looked. I agree with Nora Ephron’s definition of celebrity–someone you would stand up in a restaurant to see–but I was already standing. I looked and I beamed and I thought: Hey, I just saw Pacific Overtures! But it never occurred to me to try and approach him. Not because I was embarrassed to be a fan, but because I was content to be one, if that makes sense.
Fandom is a complicated, often reviled state. I’ve heard people speak derisively about someone going “fan boy” or “fan girl,” but I’ve never been able to share the derision. Sometimes, I even go out of my way to do something nerdily fannish–sending an (unanswered) e-mail to Zilpha Keatley Snyder, shaking Clint Eastwood’s hand, going to a State House press conference to see Cal Ripken Jr. in the flesh. One advantage to never having been cool…is that it frees up a lot of energy that otherwise would be invested in pride. Plus, I have to think it’s good karma, sending one’s gratitude out into the world. And, sure enough, sometimes it comes back, in the most rewarding and surprising ways.
But I also know that I can’t, in a restaurant encounter, say anything uniquely meaningful to someone whose work has meant so much to me. I cannot make Stephen Sondheim my new best friend, no matter what clever, obscure references I make. (“I became a mystery writer because of The Last of Sheila.” Not true, but it would probably get his attention.) So I settled for being just a fan, although I always tell people who use that phrase in front of me to leave out the “just.” It’s not a state that requires modifiers or self-deprecation. Isn’t everyone a fan of someone or something? I hope so.
I felt the same way about Jerome Robbins, passing up several opportunities to speak to him on the street. And if I were to find myself seated two tables away from Sondheim, I’d do–or, rather, not do–exactly the same thing.
(Part of what brought Laura’s posting to mind, by the way, is that I had lunch yesterday with a musician friend of mine who has reached a point in her career when people occasionally recognize her on the street. That must be an interesting sensation….)