Shepard
explored his condition [ALS] through his writing — in vivid, precise prose that
transformed his worsening symptoms into something akin to poetry. It is an unvarnished, intimate portrait of a
man facing the end of his life, as he reflects on his past and observes how his
own body has betrayed him.
When
Shepard began working on “Spy of the First Person” in early 2016, he could
still write by hand. But a few months later, as his illness worsened, that
became impossible. So his daughter, Hannah, bought him a recorder, and would
set it up by him and leave him to dictate in the garden of his home in
Kentucky.
Sam
Shepard, NY Times Obit.
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