Michael Jackson adulation is a world-wide phenomenon.
Everyday, the newspapers and magazines picture his face and report the latest. The television at the restaurant where we ate last night played the tribute to Michael at the Staples Center. In the tiniest French village of Graffigny, a kindly Dutch couple, who showed me my grandmother's house, had Michael news on the TV while we spoke. And, while two instances of Michael curiosity do not make for a ground swell of European interest in the King of Pop, it does suggest that the world could not get enough of someone who was immensely talented, but flawed.
If loneliness, self-mutilation, and eventually death from an overdose are the price that one pays for celebrity, then for Michael Jackson the price was too high.