The baseball writer of The New Yorker was 101. – Deadline

Roger Angel, an animated essay on baseball New Yorker A special writer at the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY saw him employed in the branch, died. He was 101 years old and died of a heart attack, according to New Yorker editor David Remnick.

“No one survives forever, but you’ll be forgiven for thinking Roger had a good shot at it,” Remnick wrote Friday. “Like the rest of us, he endured pain and loss and doubt, but he usually kept the blues away, always looking forward; He writes, he reads, he memorizes new poems, he builds new relationships. “

Angel was the son of Catherine White, a fiction editor from New Yorker, and the stepson of EB White, a longtime writer. He first appeared in magazines in his 20s during World War II and still contributes to the 90s.

Celebrated by the BBWAA Career Excellence Award for Outstanding Contribution to Baseball Writing, the first author to be so honored was not a member of the body that voted for the American Baseball Writers Association.

Angel’s New Yorker writings were compiled into several baseball books. Also edited Nothing but you: a love story from New Yorker “And wrote an annual Christmas poem for the magazine over the years.

At 93, he completed one of his most acclaimed essays, This old man, Winner of a National Magazine Award.

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