Flamboyant she was. And wild, as we know, can be highly marketable.
Probably that devil-may-care behavior was rooted in her clinical depression. A common form of self-medication for depressives is to make one's life drama-filled.
Cleverly, she was able to leverage all that into the brisk-seller "Prozac Nation." Despite a lousy LSAT score she got into Yale Law School. And eventually was working at Boies, Schiller & Flexner.
Her high-profile antics continued. Until she was too old to market them. The luck ran out.
No longer was she employed at Boies, Schiller & Flexner. She told the world that she was very unhappy. We thought that would be the last of Wurtzel. We assumed that the brand would fade away or that, as many aging rebels do, she would self-destruct.
Instead the sad news came out that Wurtzel had developed breast cancer. But, next came the uplifting news that, in 2015, she became committed to someone who cared about her. She and James Freed Jr. were married by David Boies, founder of that famous law firm where Wurtzel had been employed. Yes, that, Boies.
Now, in The Guardian, we meet a totally softened Wurtzel. In its new series on someone who changed our lives, Wurtzel focuses on how Augusta came into her life. And then left. Essentially, it is a tale of pet grief. Rescued from a pound in Harlem in 2003, Augusta taught Wurtzel about a quality and depth of love she never thought she had been capable of. So far, there are 99 comments and over 600 shares.
The photo of her and Augusta, posted in The Guardian, was taken by a Jim Freed. So, we have to assume it was by her husband. That means the marriage is enduring. Wurtzel can manage the relationship not only with a four-footed love but also a two-footer one.
This blog wishes Wurtzel health, happiness and professional success.