When I read the posts on Facebook I was confused and thinking, “What happened?”
I felt that something bad had happened.
Then I Googled his name, and saw.
Anthony Bourdain had comitted suicide.
Like other celebrity deaths, I was in disbelief. I didn’t want to believe what I was reading, but as I continued to see the headlines pop up on my screen, and when the news reported on it, reality set in.
The funny, straight-talking, adventurous chef was gone.
As I’m typing this a No Reservations marathon is playing in the background, and right now he’s in Spain. Prior to that Bourdain was eating his way through Rio.
I only knew Bourdain as a chef and TV host. I didn’t know that he was a writer, who had written multiple books, and–at least for his CNN show Parts Unknown–wrote the scripts. I always thought that he had hired a writer to put together his stories and narrations.
Now I’m more in awe with him, because I write.
I just placed an Amazon order for his book Kitchen Confidential.
Bourdain opened up my world to different cultures and foods. His distinctive voice drew me in to even the most boring subjects on Parts Unknown. He made me want to visit third world countries when I was adament to do so! That’s how powerful No Reservations and Parts Unknown were, not just to me, but for thousands of other people. Those who couldn’t afford to travel, were taken on a journey with him.
And wanderlust began.
RIP Anthony Bourdain.