Good morning, all! I am not happy. For six months now, 2007 has been a rather unpleasant year for me, and after six months of dealing with my father's death, my own physical ailments, poor sleep, sibling problems, a ridiculously apathetic employer, something has got to change. Don't know what yet but I'm working on it. Thank God for friends!
I have nothing else to report after my second sentence at the moment, but to mention how much I am enjoying Leo Lerman's journals, which I'm reading before going to bed. I'm reading about Henry VIII on the subways and buses.
Lerman's journals begin in the 1930 and I'm currently in the 1970's. I didn't know that Maria Callas was one of his best friends from 1955 or so to her death, so I was reading about Callas and the Juilliard master classes, a number of performances he attended, itroducing Marlene Dietrich to Callas, and a lot of fascinating and scandalous gossip: the best last evening was the Jackie Kennedy-Onassis-Callas triangle and Leo's speculations on how Onassis' predilection for anal sex was affecting his marriage to Jackie. Mrs Kennedy also became friendly with Lerman, he suspected, out of a desire to keep tabs on Callas, but there in an interesting journal entry on helping Caroline Kennedy with her homework on art and how well-behaved the Kennedy children were.
My late friend Paula Lawrence keeps turning up a lot, and I wish I'd had her introduce me to Leo. We had several friends in common, and I'm enjoying his wit, kindness, and grace as a writer.