I mean who didn’t want to be Anthony Bourdain? Hip, cool, deep, visceral, anti-cool, anti-hip. He was intellectual as hell yet still the coolest guy in the room. In mere sentences he could give you perspective on the Vietnam war in one episode and then crack a dick joke in Sichuan province in another. The man had range, he could float like none other on one note, gravelly bassy voice in the next measure.
It was just comforting to know that he was out there filming. I wasn’t his biggest fan in the world, although big enough, but now that he is gone I recognize there is a giant void in something so important there is no name for it. It just is that way.
I think Bourdain was one of the most important people of our generation, deceptively so. He introduced people to people, and by doing that often introduced us to ourselves. In a world rife with folks casting others through a narrow lens he gave us a broader one to look through and then right back at us again. On a planet where we are more connected than ever yet more isolated than before he was the antithesis of that. He just gelled man, with man. And put it on film. He was never afraid of being put on the record. And the record never set him straight.
He was not your typical travel show host. Most try to paint a picture akin to that of an over the top and giddy cruise ship brochure - but not Bourdain - he was simply honest and gritty. Full of insight and bursting with candor, Bourdain cooked up empathetic views of other cultures, painting them in colors and shades an American palate could understand, while still not losing their authenticity. He took us on grand tours of both simple and complex things, ideas and people, and narrated them into symphonies both light and dark.
I never cried when celebrities died. I was always sad at a loss, sometimes more sometimes less. This one hit home. It was reassuring to know that Bourdain was padding around the world, absorbing, observing, ingesting, ruminating. We lost a giant. We lost a leader. We lost a lead by example. With millions of connections to the world going on at any given moment we lost one of the most important ones, and by extension, a connection to ourselves. RIP Bourdain.