I admired Anthony Bourdain. I consumed his interviews and read as many articles by him as I could find. I found “Kitchen Confidential” among the most inspiring books I’ve read.
When he killed himself, I came to think of his public persona as a lie, and stopped watching, listening to or reading him.
But now I think the public Bourdain was a character he created, played and tried to live, and I should resume appreciating his life and work.