“Take notes,” Nora Ephron’s mother advised her as a child. “Everything is copy.”
Her mother, a Broadway playwright and Hollywood screenwriter, imbued Ms. Ephron with a razor-sharp self-awareness and the ambition to transform workaday absurdities, cultural idiosyncrasies, romantic foibles and even marital calamity into essays, novels and films brimming with invitingly mordant wit. She credited her mother with bestowing “this kind of terrific ability, not to avoid pain but to turn it over and recycle it as soon as possible.”
Nora Ephron, who gained a devoted following for her perceptive, deeply personal essays and parlayed that renown into a screenwriting career of wistful romantic comedies such as When Harry Met Sally and You’ve Got Mail, the marital exposé Heartburn and the whistleblower drama Silkwood, died June 26 at a hospital in New York. She was 71.