Esquire Profiles Roger Ebert

Roger Ebert can’t remember the last thing he ate. He can’t remember the last thing he drank, either, or the last thing he said. Of course, those things existed; those lasts happened. They just didn’t happen with enough warning for him to have bothered committing them to memory — it wasn’t as though he sat down, knowingly, to his last supper or last cup of coffee or to whisper a last word into Chaz’s ear. The doctors told him they were going to give him back his ability to eat, drink, and talk. But the doctors were wrong, weren’t they? On some morning or afternoon or evening, sometime in 2006, Ebert took his last bite and sip, and he spoke his last word.

It’s been four years since Chicago film-critic and American treasure Roger Ebert has surgery to remove his jaw, thus ending his ability to eat, drink or talk.  And yet, as the profile in Esquire elucidates, he has never been more alive.

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