Ivy-Style mourns the passing of John Updike, who died Tuesday at 76. While his status as a Great American Novelist is well known, his role as an icon of sartorial understatement is not. And so we present this homage to a master not only of English literature, but of dressing with quiet flair. Our tweed bucket hats are off to you, John:

At home in Connecticut. Older face, same relaxed attitude:

Timeless prose, timeless style:

The well aged man of letters. He’s smirking because he knows something you don’t. He also knows how to wear tweed and a turtleneck:

Farewell. You will not be forgotten:

Updike tributes in the media are plentiful. MediaBistro.com provided the following selection:

John Updike died yesterday. The 76-year-old novelist wrote more than 50 books, including his Pulitzer Prize-winning novels, Rabbit is Rich (1981) and Rabbit at Rest (1990). In addition, he won the American Book Award, and the National Book Critics Circle Award for his work. NYT: The detail of his writing was so rich that it inspired two schools of thought on Updike’s fiction: those who responded to his descriptive prose as to a kind of poetry, a sensuous engagement with the world, and those who argued that it was more style than content. C-SPAN: Video interview with Updike from 2005. New Yorker: Audio interview with Updike from 2005, plus memories from John Cheever, Julian Barnes, and others. Guardian: Updike conjured up more than 50 books and explored virtually every form open to him. NYT: Updike gave “the mundane its beautiful due,” as he once put it, memorializing the everyday mysteries of love and faith and domesticity with extraordinary nuance and precision, writes Michiko Kakutani. WaPo: Updike’s lyricism exalted the everyday and the unglamorous, writes Henry Allen. CSM: Updike was an interpreter of the way that the tender and the tortured intertwine in domestic relationships, writes Marjorie Kehe. Slate: Troy Patterson on the best of Updike, the worst of Updike, and why the two are connected.

— ZD & CC

Image four from Alfred A. Knopf via the New York Times

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