On his 62nd birthday—his last birthday, a painful phrase to write—I had been with him and Carol and other comrades at the Houston home of his friend Michael Zilkha, and we had been photographed standing on either side of a bust of Voltaire. That photograph is now one of my most treasured possessions: me and the two Voltaires, one of stone and one still very much alive. Now they are both gone, and one can only try to believe, as the philosopher Pangloss insisted to Candide in the elder Voltaire’s masterpiece, that everything is for the best “in this best of all possible worlds.” It doesn’t feel like that today.
Salman Rushdie
