Death of a gallant man
IN THE SPRING of 1983, about a year after we'd first met, David Brudnoy took me to lunch. Most of what we spoke about that day I have long since forgotten. But two things he said still stick in my mind.
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One was a comment about wine, a topic about which I know next to nothing. Most white wines are drinkable, Brudnoy told me, but rarely do you encounter a great white wine. The really spectacular wines, he went on, are almost always red -- but, alas, most red wines are dreadful.
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The other remark was about the storm then enveloping Massachusetts congressman Gerry Studds. It had just come out that 10 years earlier, the Cape Cod Democrat had been involved in a sexual relationship with a 17-year-old page, and Brudnoy thought the scandal coverage overblown and unfair. This uproar is ridiculous, he snorted. The whole thing was consensual. Nobody got hurt.
Those two remarks weren't a bad preview of much that I would learn about Brudnoy in the years that followed. He was a bon vivant who'd been everywhere, seen everything, and learned to enjoy what was enjoyable in this world. He was also a deeply sympathetic man, tolerant of human weakness and quick to put fairness and friendship before ideology.
Not that ideology didn't matter -- it did, greatly. A spirited libertarian conservative, Brudnoy was for many years a contributor to William F. Buckley's National Review, and his acclaimed radio talk show was an important stronghold of the right in a Boston media that tilts precariously to the left. He was a merciless scourge of Bill Clinton, a great booster of conservative authors, and an energetic popper of liberal balloons. Yes, ideology mattered.
But friendship mattered more. And what a talent he had for it! Brudnoy's pals were legion -- young and old, white and black, gay and straight, Republican and Democrat. I don't know how I came to deserve membership in that fraternity, but I know I didn't earn it for my politics. There was no philosophical litmus test for his affection. He sharply disagreed with Ted Kennedy on many issues, for example. But he cherished the personal warmth Kennedy had shown him -- something he must have mentioned to me half a dozen times.
Brudnoy's homosexuality and religious disbelief fed some of our longest-running disagreements. The last time I was on his radio program, we spent an hour debating same-sex marriage -- a cause he fervently supported and I just as fervently oppose.
But his gayness and agnosticism never put the least dent in our friendship. At my wedding in 1996, still frail after his near-death AIDS experience two years earlier, he didn't join in the dancing -- which, in the Orthodox Jewish tradition, wasn't mixed. With mock sternness, I waggled a finger at him and ordered him onto the dance floor. "David, don't you realize we arranged this whole thing just so you could dance with other men in public and not draw any attention?" He roared with delight, and told me he was touched by such solicitude.
So many things delighted him, not least of which was his own sense of humor. In 2001 I wrote a column marking Brudnoy's 25th anniversary as a Boston talk show host, and he merrily shared it with his e-mail list.
"So Jeff couldn't think of anything nice to say about me?" the covering message read. "After all I've done for him -- officiated at his wedding, circumcised Caleb, took him to his first all-nude gay revival, taught him Tokugawa-era classical Japanese haiku, washed his car every Saturday, took him shopping in Milan for
Actually, the Milan reference was true. We really did travel there some years ago, and spent a week exploring northern Italy by car. One day, driving our rented
"Just wait," I told him. "One of these days you'll find out it's as real as Milan. And what will you do then?"
That day came far sooner than any of us wanted, but there can't be much doubt about what David Brudnoy is doing now. He is making friends, stimulating conversation, spreading cheer -- and doing it all with the gallantry and grace that none of us who knew him is ever going to forget. ...
Please consider making a donation in David's memory to: The David Brudnoy Fund
for AIDS Research
Massachusetts General Hospital
101 Merrimac St.
Boston MA 02114-4719
Jeff Jacoby's e-mail address is jacoby@globe.com. 
