Today marks the 40th anniversary of the death of Bruce Lee – undoubtedly one of most feared and talented martial artists, ever.
But, really, to reduce him to a craft – no matter how honed or masterful his talents were – would be selling Lee short. In a widely forgotten way, Lee was a master of self improvement: an obsessive of actualisation, of reaching zenith after zenith and wondering what follows after. He died young, at 32.
"There are no limits," he said, "there are only plateaus, and you must not stay there – you must go beyond them."
Lee was a helluva dancer, too: he won the Hong Kong cha-cha championship in 1958. Steve McQueen was a pallbearer at his funeral. (Our colleagues across the Atlantic have written elegantly on his American legacy.)
Marking the annivesary of Lee's death is a new book, which his daughter, Shannon, was intimately involved in crafting. The Treasures of Bruce Lee charts his life from San Francisco to the Far East, piecing together his journey in becoming a superlative martial artist, iconic film actor, and cultural mainstay.
"The key to immortality," said Lee, "is first living a life worth remembering."
Here's to that.
The Treasures of Bruce Lee, by Paul Bowman, foreword by Shannon Lee. Published by Carlton, £30