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Irreplaceable Steve

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Irreplaceable Steve

In memoriam: Stefan Kanfer, 1933–2018 Summer 2018
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Because he was the most vividly alive person I knew—crackling electrically with energy, ideas, passions, and talents—it’s hard to believe that longtime City Journal contributing editor Stefan Kanfer died quietly in his sleep on June 20. He could, and did, do everything, from playing the musical saw in Greenwich Village nightclubs, to writing plays, painting model birds, writing a shelf of novels (one published this past May) and bestselling biographies, narrating an Academy Award–nominated documentary, and for 30 years being, by a long measure, the best book and movie critic that Time magazine could boast, excepting only James Agee.

I met Steve at the end of Time’s glory days, when, as editor of the magazine’s book review section, he spoke at Time Inc. editor-in-chief Henry Grunewald’s retirement party. Oh, was he brilliant, lauding Henry’s much-deserved rise from copyboy to superb and transformational editor, while gently mocking the Viennese accent that Henry never quite lost by comparing it, with his gift for deadly accurate mimicry, with that of another highly successful New York–bred refugee from the Nazis, Henry Kissinger. I went up to praise his virtuoso performance, which he accepted with the most sincere gratitude and modesty, and we became friends.

In 1995, my first full year running City Journal, I asked Steve to write about Time’s decline since he resigned his staff position in 1987 and quit freelancing there five years later. I recently reread the story. It is as fresh, witty, intelligent, and perfectly crafted an account as can be imagined of the dissolution of the culture of excellence and professionalism that long prevailed at what had been America’s premier mid-cult magazine. Thereafter, a sparkling torrent of City Journal articles poured from his computer, on everything from Isaac Bashevis Singer, Horatio Alger, and Mozart’s librettist Lorenzo Da Ponte, to Irving Berlin, Cole Porter, and Richard Rodgers, to the Yiddish theater, the U.S. Holocaust Museum, and Elie Wiesel, who became his good friend when they served together on the President’s Commission on the Holocaust.

Steve became my dear friend, too, and in recent years we would lunch together once a month or more, often up near Columbia, where we both had lived in Gotham’s bad old days, where he knew the alternate-side parking schedule by heart, and where he never failed to visit the venerable neighborhood chocolate shop to bring home a box of candy to May, his beloved wife of more than 60 years, for he was as devoted a family man as could be. He would speak of his father, a New York City schoolteacher in the Great Depression, doubtless as vehement in his judgments as Steve, who liked to recount admiringly his father’s contemptuous dismissal of an acquaintance for his incurable Stalintosis. And vehement Steve was, in his loves—for America, for Israel, for virtue, for good culture (whether high or popular); and his hates—for fraud, for political correctness, for anti-Semitism, for self-righteous Leftism, for the U.N., and for knee-jerk Trump-haters. He told me stories of his and May’s few years as bohemians in Paris, of his time in advertising, and of his experience as a military interrogator, as a writer of cartoon captions, and as a TV gag-writer. Talk about living life to the fullest!

We had to postpone our lunch on his birthday, May 17. When we met a few days later, he said, “You know, I just turned 85. I never believed I’d be so old.” The number surprised but did not faze me, since I assumed that such a dynamo was literally immortal. But to my sorrow, it turns out that he was only figuratively so.

Photo: Riverrun Bookshop

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