An Author's Thoughts On Ken Steele

NEW YORK CITYVOICES: November/December 2000

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By Claire Berman
 

For the past year, Ken Steele and I were involved in the most intimate of relationships: the sharing of his life. We met on April 12, 1999 in the office of our agent, Jim Levine. Ken was looking for a writer to work with him on his memoir. I was looking for an interesting project. We got on well from the start, and decided to move forward together.

Starting out as friends, we quickly became "family" in the best sense of that word. "I never had a big sister," Ken told me. "Well, you've got one now," I said -- and meant it. Our relationship involved trust: Ken trusted me with intimate and often painful revelations; I trusted that he would always tell me the truth. It involved caring. Ken frequently asked about the welfare of my family; I constantly cautioned him to care for himself, slow down, get some much-needed rest -- which he never did. He drove himself relentlessly because he knew that there was so much to do, and he sensed (correctly, as it turned out) that there was so little time.

Before the two of us embarked on the difficult task of remembering and writing Ken's life, I asked him to develop a statement of purpose -- what did he want this book to accomplish? I think you'll be interested in his reply:

The "I Want's" of the book...

The completed manuscript of the book was turned in to the publisher on Thursday, October 5.

"We've really, really done it, haven't we," Ken said in some amazement.

"Yes, it's done," I answered.

Two days later, Ken left this earth. But his story -- and his spirit -- remain with us.
 


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