Me too, Coyote.
I heard/watched him speak once. If you've read this before, my apologies for being a bore.
He was on campus at U of T for a series of regulation-type literary seminars, which I couldn't get to because I was a 9-to-5er by then. But he gave an evening public lecture one night on a subject that combined his passions, the deconstruction of Orientalism and the glory of opera, a lecture about Aida.
It was just so brilliant, and it turned into so much fun because, once he shifted from surgical analysis of the history and the politics and the aesthetics to talking about the music, he turned into a silly fan, just like the rest of us, and that was so much fun to watch.
He was a lovely man, really a lovely man.