Jacquie's Email: a handwritten letter
September 22, 2024
Dearest Literary Ladies,
Happy first day of autumn! It’s been a while since I’ve written—and even longer since we were sitting around Christine’s gorgeous pool celebrating me...* I mean for our final meeting of our fantastic, quite varied 2023/2024 season of Literature Club Topics from the Years We Were Born (or Topics That Are Inspired by That Era). Boy am I not sad to never have to write that theme title again!
And I’m so happy to be sitting on my porch, a slightly perceived nip in the air, to remind you all that we will be meeting this Wednesday, September 25th at Frances’ beautiful home. If the weather cooperates, we will be meeting outdoors at noon for our newly adopted fan favorite, not lunch! Joanna will ring the bell promptly at 1 PM for our first meeting of the 2024/25 season of the Literature Club of Hastings-on-Hudson’s LETTERS, JOURNALS AND DIARIES. (So much easier!)
As an introduction to our new theme, we ask that, if you’d like, to please bring any fun letters or journal entries from people you considered for your topic, or as a teaser of you own topic, to share with the group.
SEE YOU WEDNESDAY!!! 💙JACQUELINE
*We celebrated Jacquie's birthday at our summer meeting
President Joanna Riesman rang the bell at precisely 1 PM. She welcomed us all back, for this Free-For-All meeting. She thanked Frances for the lovely non-lunch, which included the New York Times favorite recipe of all time, the plum tarte.
The minutes of the June meeting were read and accepted.
Our treasurer reported a treasury still unchanged, with $422.73.
Effusively thanking Frances for her technical help, Laura passed around the elegant booklets for this season. So far there are no major changes. Well, maybe a few. Connie’s presentation date was inadvertently omitted: She will present on February 26.
The plan for this first meeting, absent a specific presentation, was for members to bring in collections of letters they like, or find interesting, and read a few. A potpourri of epistolary specimens. An omnium gatherum of correspondence.
Jacquie started off the readings with Antony Sher’s Year of the King. During a junior year abroad in London, Jacquie managed to see Kenneth Branagh as Henry V, Ian McKellen as Coriolanus, and Tony Sher as Richard III. Obviously, it was a year well-spent. The sections we read presented a dialogue between Michael Gambon and Lawrence Olivier, as Gambon was auditioning for the role of Richard III; a lunch with Sher’s psychotherapist in which the character of Richard III was analyzed; and of course, discussions of whether crutches should be used to portray Richard’s “deformity,” and if not crutches, then how to represent it.
In the brief intermezzo, a Spotted Lantern Fly was successfully squashed, and there was a discussion of how few SLF’s there were this year, as compared with last year.
Christine passed around an invitation to the benefit for RTA, Rehabilitation Through the Arts. This prompted a rather extraordinary story from Sharon, who will be teaching a class on the short story in Sing Sing this year. On her first time there as an RTA volunteer, she was shadowing the director, who was doing a read through of The Exonerated, as a play they might present. Roles were handed out randomly, and Sharon’s was to read the part of Kerry Max Cook. This may seem uncanny and weird, because it is, but in Sharon’s first job as a cub reporter, she was sent to interview a death row inmate, and it was that same Kelly Max Cook.
Laura then read from Women’s Diaries of the Westward Journey, in which young women travelling west wrote of their hardships, and especially of the loss of their children. It was impossible to listen without admiring the courage and resolution of these very young families.
Frances shared The Journal of the Fictive Life, by Howard Nemerov, the famous poet, and brother to Diane Arbus. He describes his struggles to write a novel. This led to a discussion of accomplished siblings, and what factors lead to the phenomenon.
Carla presented Cake by Moira Kahlman, containing remembrances of significant cakes in her life, including the birthday cake that matched her party dress. It is a lovely book.
Christine read letters from Madame de Sévigné and then Evelyn Waugh, and no, there is no connection between the two except their c-existence on Christine’s bookshelves.
We ended with a discussion of the personal letters we inherit, and what to do with them.
The movie, My Old Ass, and the play, Yellow Face, were highly recommend.
Then the threatened rain became real, and in a show of brilliant efficiency the literary ladies of Hastings ferried the food and plates back into Frances’ kitchen, fire bucket brigade-style.
Respectfully submitted,
Christine Lehner, Recording Secretary
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