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If I’ve learned one thing about writers, it’s this: we really are all alone. Thanks for reading. Love, Betsy
»Mr. Carroll canceled multiple appointments to see Ms. Lerner, his agent, citing doctors’ appointments […] She finally persuaded him to sit at his computer and discuss the novel’s third and final section.«
So he left behind a publishable amount of work, prodded and encouraged by his agent. Good for both of you.
Betsy Lerner 
I’m sorry for the loss of your client, colleague, and all-around remarkable person.
Gone to a world without gravity. Hope to read what he left behind.
»Mr. Carroll canceled multiple appointments to see Ms. Lerner, his agent, citing doctors’ appointments […] She finally persuaded him to sit at his computer and discuss the novel’s third and final section.«
So he left behind a publishable amount of work, prodded and encouraged by his agent. Good for both of you.
This made me cry. He seemed so lonely.
I’m sorry, Betsy.