"His eyes were cobalt and intensely present", the article's author wrote, summoning Danielle Steel's style.

I'm thrown back my childhood, reading whatever books my mother left open around the house. Don't do the same for your kids with these novels, there's not much in them to be remembered.

Kids have phones these days and don’t even notice books, or anything else really.

Mandela?

Wasn’t it ‘Danielle Steele’?

It was Remington Steele.

100%

“The Sublime Danielle Steel: For the Love of Supermarket Schlock“ is the article title. Tyler Cowen linked to it with “Danielle Steel’s Production Function”

> The closer one comes to Steel, the clearer it becomes that the madness of her being is the madness of our times: working 20 hours each day, she has become vertiginous sublimity itself.

Whose is "ours"? On the rare occasions that I have worked more than twelve hours in a day, it has been for distinctly pedestrian stuff.

Upper-middle class professional overachievers who have their dream jobs.

... usually found dead behind their desk by co-workers on Monday mornings.

And so? Death awaits us all; it's what do we do while we're waiting that matters, at least for some.

Not really. Very few people will remember you and they will die too. So don’t worry too much about what “matters” or your legacy. Do what makes you happy.

Very nice comment. Wraps all of life up in one brief statement.