She will not suffer the troubles ahead of us. Mark Steyn has a lengthy and moving tribute here.

I was never a regular follower or big fan of Ms. Shaidle. I was never in contact with her personally. I didn’t even know she was an important film critic. I thought of her as an obscure blogger.

But I remember her name. Any time she popped up on your radar, the impression stuck. She was strange, extremely eloquent, and very pissed off at you and me.

I mean that as the highest praise. Kathy Shaidle’s anger wasn’t the braying of the mob; it was more like the anger of God. Righteous, and implying love as its own reflection. It drove her work; it shined through even when she was trying to be mellow. YOU COULD DO BETTER is what they ought to inscribe on her tombstone.

I’ll shed a tear or two for Kathy Shaidle, and say a prayer or two for the bereaved.

UPDATE: turns out what they’re going to put on her tombstone is GET OFF MY LAWN! That is not a joke. Oh Kathy, we hardly knew ye.