Letters to the Editor
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Goodbye, Heath
I found your article, and the way you handled the topic refreshing. I also found it to be very similar to the sentiments that I expressed in my blog yesterday (http://justagirlinawhirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-heath.html). Further evidence of just how universal his appeal was.
-julia brooke hustwit
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Aw damn...
I couldn't get other the news today either. Really, a terrible thing to have him die: he was a great actor and from what I've read, a really nice guy too.
I think though that his death was an accident; my local paper said this:
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The actor's personal strife was accompanied by professional anxiety. He said in a November interview that "Dark Knight" and "I'm Not There" took a toll. "Last week I probably slept an average of two hours a night," Ledger told The New York Times. "I couldn't stop thinking. My body was exhausted, and my mind was still going." He said he took two Ambien pills, which only worked for an hour.
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If in November he was double-dosing Ambien to cover only 1 hour, I can imagine he accidentally overdosed trying to sleep before his massage appointment that afternoon. Why book a massage at your apartment if you are planning on killing yourself? And he was found face-down at the foot of his bed, which doesn't sound like suicide to me.
The NYPD held a press conference recently today, saying they found, and sent off for drug residue testing, a rolled-up $20 bill found next to his bed. I hope that this wasn't what it seems... but in the end, I'm just sure the world lost a real talent. I hope he wasn't a lost soul too.
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You know what's so fucking great about those people dying in the Congo?
You can use them in just about any situation to make other people look shallow or stupid!
"Heath Ledger died."
"Big deal. 2600 dead in the Congo."
"I lost my job."
"So what? 2600 dead in the Congo."
"My mother died today. Or maybe it was yesterday."
"Sucks being you, but, hey, 2600 people died in the Congo."
Let me be the first to thank those people in the Congo. Thanks for dying, folks!
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the Full Empty
I read the article because I'm hungry for more.
I don't know what, and I don't know why.
I encountered Heath Ledger for only a hand full of moments, mostly with him on the screen, me on my ass.
I also heard him spoken of from time to time.
But with him and with those moments and the preciously few other like them, I felt something indescribable beyond the mentioning of the effect. Which was very deep and persistent.
After seeing "Brokeback Mountain" (I want to say thought about but the truth is) I felt Heath's character, performance, person, presence. And through them myself and my wife, my world and those around me.
I'm very sad about Heath's death. I'm sad about his loss, our loss, his daughter's loss...
He was rare and I'm going to miss him.
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a man is naked in his own bedroom ?
Hyperthetically, lets just say he was just trying to get some sleep. And lets just say he likes to sleep naked. What is the problem ? I don't get why the media have tied being nude in the privacy of your own bedroom to something lurid. GROW UP.
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It Was The Ambien
I'm almost sure of it. I know a couple of people who take Ambien semi-regularly. According to them it one tablet knocks a person right on their ass. When he said in November that he was popping two Ambien tablets to get ONE hour of sleep, that should have raised a very large red flag with somebody, because something was drastically wrong. But it didn't, and now he's dead. SHIT!
I've seen the extended trailer to "The Dark Knight" and, oh yes, did we ever lose somebody major. It's like James Dean all over again. This summer that movie is going to come out and everyone who cares about cinema is going to be grieving anew, just like people did in the 50s when "Giant" was released.
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From "Brokeback" to...
"Casanova". In the fall of 2005, I had never heard of Heath Ledger, but in the space of one weekend, I saw him go from closeted gay man to one of the world's most renowned heterosexuals! On Saturday, I saw "Brokeback Mountain" and the next day, I saw "Casanova".
His acting ability made both roles come alive. He will be missed.
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Enough!
"Had the pain that suffused so many of his performances become too real? I hope he found peace." Oh, give me a break, Ms Williams! You're as bad as the rest of the media know-nothings who will continue to speculate about the cause of Ledger's death. So far, we know nothing, yet you choose to imply that maybe he committed suicide because his "pain" was "too real." Simply disgusting. The media has reached a new low in its coverage of Ledger's untimely death. I suppose that if the police found a gun next to his bed, the media would speculate that he shot himself, evidence to the contrary notwithstanding. Yes, Ledger's death was shocking and tragic, but now it's just becoming tawdry. I expected better from Salon.
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The heartbreak of lowering expectations
"I expected better from Salon."
Why?
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Nothing sinister
If in November he was double-dosing Ambien to cover only 1 hour, I can imagine he accidentally overdosed trying to sleep before his massage appointment that afternoon. Why book a massage at your apartment if you are planning on killing yourself? And he was found face-down at the foot of his bed, which doesn't sound like suicide to me.
The NYPD held a press conference recently today, saying they found, and sent off for drug residue testing, a rolled-up $20 bill found next to his bed. I hope that this wasn't what it seems... but in the end, I'm just sure the world lost a real talent. I hope he wasn't a lost soul too.
In case you're curious, the NYPD has posted all of their findings up til now, to wit: he was found *in* bed under the covers, unresponsive, about an hour after the housekeeper heard him breathing as she went into the bathroom to change a lightbulb. He was moved out of bed by the EMTs who tried to zap his heart. The $20 was just a $20, it had no drug residue, and no illegal drugs were found in the apartment. He had 6 prescription meds in the apartment, including Ambien and an antihistamine. That can't be a good combination. His family said he'd had a little pneumonia.
Sometimes, really bad shit just happens by accident.