Publicity is a slippery commodity. At best, it can be fun and feed one's narcissistic ego. At worst, it makes one want to scream and take to task whoever misrepresented you.
But in the past, whatever media exposure has come my way, has been because of something that I did. Something for which I could take the credit.
I have now been interviewed, here and there, in print and on TV, simply because I happen to be related to someone well-known who has died. Endless stories and photographs have appeared - children, friends, associates etc and me, simply because I was his cousin and was able to shed light on his earlier life and his family background.
It feels odd and not entirely comfortable. Nothing to do with me really, except my memory and my views and why should they be of interest?
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