“R. W. Apple Jr., who in more than 40 years as a correspondent and editor at The New York Times wrote about war and revolution, politics and government, food and drink, and the revenge of living well from more than 100 countries, died early this morning in Washington. He was 71.” (Photo Credit)
NYT Executive Editor Bill Keller sent out a note to NYT staffers:
I’m deeply saddened to report that Johnny Apple — the great Johnny Apple — died overnight. As many of you know, he had been engaged in a long struggle with thoracic cancer, a bout that gave Applesque luster to the word “valiant.” From his sickbed he hammered out his last words to readers (see last Sunday’s Travel section), negotiated details of the menu and music for his memorial service, followed the baseball playoffs and the latest congressional scandal with relish, and cheered up the friends who came by the cheer him up. He was himself to the last.
Johnny leaves behind bereft legions of friends, colleagues, proteges and imitators, admiring competitors and grateful readers, and his beloved Betsey. He leaves, too, a hole in the heart of the paper he adored, and an empty place at countless tables.
Betsey says there will be a whale of a memorial service, probably in a couple of months. We’ll pass along information as it becomes available.
Those who want reminding of a life lived to the fullest should read Todd Purdum’s wonderful obit. We’ll have it up on the website before long.