| CLAIRE HOWORTH, EXECUTIVE EDITOR, FEATURES & DEVELOPMENT |
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As any longtime reader of Vanity Fair knows, William Langewiesche, who died yesterday at age 70, was one of the all-time greats—of this magazine, and any for which he wrote. He also happened to look like a casting director's idea of a swashbuckling magazine journalist. Ruggedly handsome, winkingly authoritative, somewhat mysterious, and—the most fabulous casting detail of all—an airplane pilot.
It was at some Vanity Fair Oscar Party many years ago, where I, lucky to be seated next to him, confided an intense dislike of air travel. William lit up. No reason to ever fear flight, he assured me, as he used his forearm and palm to illustrate the marvel of aerodynamics, the beauty of lift, and the art of an airship in thrall to its commander. The celebrities and staffers around our part of the table leaned in, rapt, as he waxed animated on the joys of controlling a cockpit (plus a few scares, for the sake of the dinner party).
Aviation was the basis for some of Langewiesche's very best reporting, and he wrote like he flew. For Vanity Fair, he applied his expert knowledge to the pitot tubes that doomed Air France flight 447; a collision between a private jet and a Boeing over the vast Amazon; and—three cheers for pilots—the miracle on the Hudson. The first Langewiesche story I recall ever reading was his award-winning investigation, for The Atlantic, into the cause of the crash of EgyptAir flight 990. But William wasn't just a disasters guy, and disasters themselves weren't ever the thing he was after. The through line in his work is the tension between human consequence and humanity itself, whether he was describing a lethal game of thrones among Camorra dons, recounting a dire final exchange between crew members as the El Faro sank to the bottom of the Atlantic, or assessing the futility of the spanking-new US embassy in Baghdad, circa 2006.
At the VF party, William had particularly relished explaining the phenomenon of flying upside down—here he flipped his arm over, palm to ceiling, fingers corkscrewing skyward—and how even then a passenger would be totally safe, should feel totally at ease. Caveat being, the table concurred, we'd only want William in command. |
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Remembering William Langewiesche |
The late VF international correspondent William Langewiesche reported on the worst maritime disaster in decades, where a recording salvaged from three miles deep told the story of the doomed El Faro, a cargo ship engulfed by a hurricane. |
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