Given the intensity and depth of her fiction, and the fact that it was once so popular, I’m surprised that so little has been written about the loss of Like Being Killed author Ellen Miller. Would her death have received more attention if she’d been younger — she was in her forties — a striver, or male?
But here’s Daniel Handler (of Lemony Snicket fame) on her work, life, and death. (Thanks to Ken at work.) He reveals that she wasn’t carrying identification when she collapsed and died. It took time for the police to identify her body, which they did only by showing photographs of her tattooes to people in Miller’s neighborhood.