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The title hung awkwardly on this final collection of Christopher Isherwood's diaries inevitably raises the question: liberation from what? Certainly not from all the things that troubled him throughout the previous decades, scrupulously recounted again here: his libido, concern for his excessive drinking, health, appearance, financial stability, jealousy and other passions, fears about mortality and the struggle to believe in an afterlife.
In a world more to his liking, Gore Vidal might have been president, or even king. He had an aristocrat's bearing _ tall, handsome and composed _ and an authoritative baritone ideal for summoning an aide or courtier.
Gore Vidal, the author, playwright, politician and commentator whose novels, essays, plays and opinions were stamped by his immodest wit and unconventional wisdom, died Tuesday, his nephew said.