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Total US troop deaths in Iraq to date (09/01/07) since 03/20/03: 3739

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From 06/29/04 through 01/30/05: 579

From 01/31/05 through 12/14/05: 715

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From 02/01/07: 653

(Sources: US Dept. of Defense, Iraq Coalition Casualty Count)

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Friday, April 08, 2005
 
THE BELLOW FROM THE BELLY BELOW: Canadian-born American author Saul Bellow died this past Tuesday, three days after Pope John Paul II, in a display of ill-timing not seen since Groucho Marx packed it in three days after Elvis Presley in the summer of 1977. But Bellow's passing does not seem to have been entirely overshadowed by the pontiff's, although, exactly as with the 84-year-old Pope, one has to consider just how spontaneous are all the eulogies for an 89-year-old Nobel Prize winner. Ian McEwan's, for The New York Times, is especially nice; he makes a point of noting how he chose a passage from Herzog for the epigraph of his most recent novel, and do you really think he dashed off his whole piece for the May 7 Times after Bellow's death was announced in the afternoon of May 5th?

This is by no means an aspersion on McEwan (whose Atonement I found extraordinarily fine), nor on all those who compose obituaries in advance of a noted person's actual death. I just naturally find the process morbidly fascinating. Is there a name for the phenomenon (other than "journalism," I mean)?