• CHIEF OF STAFF

    Suzanne Stroh is on the team at vChief.

  • AFFILIATIONS

    Founder and CEO, Legion Group Arts, an international arts and entertainment group. The Legion family of companies is based in Washington, DC. with offices in London and Athens. The Legion Foundation, based in Zurich, meets the needs of Greek children and unaccompanied minor refugees living in Greece.

  • COORDINATES

    Suzanne hails from Michigan, where her family brewed Stroh’s beer for five generations. She lives with her family in the Virginia countryside.

  • Interview with Dan Savage

    Author, activist and “Savage Love” advice columnist chats with Suzanne in the January 2016 issue of Gay & Lesbian Review

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  • Interview with Christina Schlesinger

    Code name Romaine Brooks, Guerrilla Girl artist Christina Schlesinger has never exhibited her Peter Paintings. Until now.

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  • More Laurels!

    In May SCOTCH VERDICT picked up its eighth international award in the south of France.
    SCOTCH VERDICT Wins St. Tropez 2015

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  • New Laurels!

    SCOTCH VERDICT won the Jury Prize for best screenplay at the NOVA Film Festival in April, 2015.
    NOVA: Jury Award Winner | SCOTCH VERDICT

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Artist’s Statement by Christina Schlesinger

Oct 1
ARTIST’S STATEMENT

UnknownThe Peter Paintings

On a cool late summer evening when I was young, the taste of fall in the air, my mother took me and my best friend, Marylyn, to Provincetown for an evening out at the Fine Art Cinema to see “Expresso Bongo.”

It was an occasion to go to Provincetown from our small house deep in the Wellfleet woods. The streets of Provincetown were empty, the summer crowds already gone. After the movie, walking back to the pier where our car was parked, in the dim light I saw two women, short-hair, dressed like men, rough-housing in an amorous way. I stood transfixed, electrified. Somewhere I recognized these women. Somehow they felt familiar. Somehow they were me.

“Tomboys at the Pier” is my memory of that evening. I am the little girl in the upper right hand corner of the painting recalling that event. I used the Peter figure because she so exactly recalled what I remember seeing.

“Blue Little Girl” shows me as a tomboy holding a Davy Crockett comic book with the Peter figure hidden off to the left, protective and forecasting the future.

“Romaine’s Peter” is a lonelier version of Peter, off in the woods, and “Tomboy with Peter in the Sky,” shows a confident tomboy with Peter flashing overhead.

“Romaine Brooks and Me” reveals Peter in a sexy mood, and “Self-Portrait as Romaine Brooks” uses Peter as a vehicle to paint myself.

Other Peters show up in lesbian bars. And Romaine herself shows up in a monoprint as the “Lesbian Artist.”

Christina Schlesinger

Christina Schlesinger, “Tomboys at the Pier,” 1994. Oil and fabric on canvas, 16″ x 20″.

 

Christina Schlesinger, "Blue Little Girl," 1994. Oil and fabric on canvas.

Christina Schlesinger, “Blue Little Girl,” 1994. Oil, photo transfer and mixed media  on canvas, 16″ x 20″.

 

"Tomboy with Peter in the Sky" (1994, oil and fabric on canvas, 16" x 20")

Christina Schlesinger, “Tomboys with Peter in the Sky,” 1994. Oil and fabric on canvas, 30″ x 40″.

 

Christina Schlesinger, "Romaine's Peter," 1994, oil on canvas.

Christina Schlesinger, “Romaine’s Peter,” 1994, oil on canvas, 24″ x 30″.

 

"Romaine Brooks and Me" (1994, oil on canvas)

Christina Schlesinger, “Romaine Brooks and Me,” 1994. Oil on canvas, 24″ x 30″.

 

Christina Schlesinger, "Self Portrait as Romaine Brooks," 1994. Oil and fabric on canvas, 52" x 40".

Christina Schlesinger, “Self Portrait as Romaine Brooks,” 1994. Oil and fabric on canvas, 52″ x 40″.

 

Christina Schlesinger, "Lesbian Artist," 1994. Monoprint.

Christina Schlesinger, “Lesbian Artist,” 1994. Monoprint, 12″ x 16″.

 

Read Suzanne’s interview with Christina HERE. More about the artist at www.christinaschlesinger.com.

All images copyright (c) Christina Schlesinger and used with permission. All rights reserved. It is unlawful to reproduce or store these images on electronic media without the written permission of Christina Schlesinger.

Family Spirit published by Chronicle Books

May 16

Suzanne Stroh is lead researcher for book about multigenerational success in family business

Family Spirit by William Grant  & Sons

Family Spirit by William Grant & Sons available at Amazon

Here’s a review in The New York Times of my handsome new book, Family Spirit. It grew out of the year-long research project I worked on with John Davis and Florence Tsai of Cambridge Institute for Family Enterprise in partnership with the makers of Glenfiddich single malt whiskey.

You can buy the book on Amazon.

Red Duchess Turns 140

Apr 23

The Red Duchess Turns 140

It’s always refreshing to meet a lesbian without complexes. April 23 is the birthday of the pleasure-loving French memoirist and music patron Elisabeth de Gramont, born in 1875. Today she turns 140.

I was in Paris last week gallivanting around with her biographer, Francesco Rapazzini. We did what Elisabeth would have done on the hunt for a perfect birthday gift: paid a visit to a Left Bank bookseller.

Fabulous. Chantal Bigot.

Chantal Bigot.

Rare books expert Chantal Bigot runs the tiny bookshop Librairie les Amazones in a courtyard off the rue Bonaparte. It’s open only by appointment. Here you can browse memoirs, letters and biographies by and about female iconoclasts like Lily de Gramont—provided you read French. Lily would have been over the moon there. One of her friends famously commented that when Madame looked you over, she was trying to see if you were edible. Chantal’s bookshop is a wonderland where every volume, whether a collectible or a contemporary small edition, is a world of sensuous pleasure in itself.

Correspondance: Elisabeth de Gramont & Liane de Pougy (Paris: L’Amazone retrouvée 2006, 193 pp).

What to buy for April in Paris? I chose Lily’s correspondence with Liane de Pougy, beautifully published in 2006 in an edition of 200 by l’Amazone retrouvée with an introduction by Rapazzini. The 29 letters trace an unlikely love affair between the 47-year-old divorced duchess (a communist at heart) and the faded courtesan-turned-princess. Their passion began in August 1922, instigated by Natalie Barney, and lasted about a year until Natalie put a stop to it.

I paid by PayPal (which you can do by ordering online) then capped the perfect morning with a visit to the florist in the Marché St. Germain nearby.

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For you, Madame. Happy birthday. Here’s to a few hundred more.

 

Librairie Les Amazones
Mme Chantal Bigot

68, rue Bonaparte
75006, Paris, France
Téléphone : 33 01 40 46 08 37
E-mail : lib.lesamazones@gmail.com

RADA news

Feb 2

I’m thrilled to announce that on April 8, 2015, my screenplay SCOTCH VERDICT will be developed at London’s Royal Academy of Dramatic Art under the artful dramaturgy of playwright and RADA graduate Deirdre Strath Clyde.

If you haven’t come across the word dramaturgy in a while, it’s the art and technique of theatrical representation. SCOTCH VERDICT has magical realism elements that make the dramaturg’s job really tricky. I can’t wait to see how Deirdre will translate my film language so it can be interpreted by actors and a director for the stage. It is always a priceless opportunity for any dramatist, anywhere in the world, to see and hear the words on paper come alive before an audience. But at RADA? One of the world’s top drama schools with a royal reputation for teaching and developing new talent? It’s a dream come true.

I owe this great honor to Helen Patton, another RADA graduate who successfully developed YOUNG PATTON at a similar event last year. Helen and her team at Uppergate Entertainment will co-produce the SCOTCH VERDICT project.

The staged reading is being produced in association with Women @ RADA, the grassroots collective created by RADA graduates. Check out Women @ RADA’s mission statement here.

For more news about cast and crew, follow events at ScotchVerdict.com.

 

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Fixed Gaze to Produce Romaine Brooks Book Trailer

Jan 24

Fixed Gaze to Produce Romaine Brooks Trailer

With the relaunch of RomaineBrooks.com, the book blog of biographer Cassandra Langer, I’m pleased to announce that Fixed Gaze Films will produce the trailer for All or Nothing: Romaine Brooks (1874-1970). The biography will be published in Fall 2015 by University of Wisconsin Press.

Romaine Brooks has been in the news, on and off, ever since she got a mention in The Wall Street Journal interview of her first biographer, Meryle Secrest, who has a new book out on Schiaparelli. Brooks was also the first patron of Eileen Gray, the subject of an indie biopic starring Alanis Morissette. Now there’s a work of fiction with Romaine Brooks at the core. Read Langer’s interesting take here on Megan Mayhew Bergman’s new short story collection, just launched from Scribners.

Bergman’s book, Almost Famous Women, has been getting a lot of critical attention. A fictional Romaine Brooks shines like dark matter as the star of the central story, “Romaine Remains.”

Romaine Speaks!

Romaine Speaks!

Cassandra Langer explains how Bergman’s take on Brooks at age 93 in 1967 contradicts what Jean Loup Combemale and I discovered when he mostly transcribed (and together we translated) the only known recording of the American Modernist painter’s voice. The 90-minute recording was made that same year, composed of interviews in French conducted on several different days, and it reveals a totally different character from the one portrayed in at least six books about Brooks, Natalie Barney and their circle.

The recording appears to have been made at 20, rue Jacob in the sitting room of Natalie Barney. From time to time, we hear the door opening to a courtyard in Spring or Summer, with birds chirping loudly. Whether this records the silent footsteps and ghostly presence of Natalie or Berthe, her cook, or even Romaine’s bête noire, Janine Lahovary, we’ll never know.

Astonishingly, the source reel had been “lost” for 20 years or more, apparently misfiled, and never transcribed. Very few people alive today remember Romaine’s voice. I will never forget the day I accompanied Cassandra Langer to the Smithsonian and watched the devoted biographer put on a pair of headphones and listen to the voice of her subject for the first time. It was through Langer’s relentless quest that the recording was finally rediscovered–luckily, just in time for publication of her book.

McFarlin Library, University of Tulsa

McFarlin Library, University of Tulsa

images-1In December, I donated the transcription and translation to the Department of Special Collections and University Archives of the McFarlin Library at the University of Tulsa, which also houses the letters of Romaine Brooks and Natalie Barney. Tulsa plans to make the materials available to researchers worldwide on the Internet. A reference copy of the transcription and translation of the 1967 audio recording is also lodged with the Romaine Brooks Papers at the Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution, in Washington, DC.

Pre-production is going smoothly on the book trailer that will reintroduce the artist to a new generation of fans. Charles Blatz will direct. Jaclyn Boudreau is producing.

Jaclyn has been a managing creative since moving to Virginia in 2012. As a video producer for the Institute for Humane Studies, George Mason University, Jaclyn is involved in all aspects of video campaigns from conception and development to digital marketing to web design. Working with the Fixed Gaze team, Jaclyn is creating trailers, logos, and other motion graphics needed for the release of All or Nothing: Romaine Brooks (1874-1970) by Cassandra Langer. When she isn’t editing scripts or reviewing storyboards, I’m told, Jaclyn is “binge-watching animated shorts on YouTube, reading Hi-Fructose, and leaving wet towels on the floor of my fiancé’s apartment.”

Charles Blatz graduated from Manhattanville College in 2011 and has been experimenting with video ever since. Passionate about photography and videography, Charles moved to Arlington in 2012 to pursue a career in digital media. He works as a Media Producer and Editor at the Mercatus Center at George Mason University. Charles is silent on his wet towel husbandry.

Helen Patton, co-producer of SCOTCH VERDICT at RADA

Helen Patton, co-producer of SCOTCH VERDICT at RADA

This year Fixed Gaze, in partnership with the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art and Helen Patton’s Uppergate Entertainment, will also co-produce a staged reading of SCOTCH VERDICT in London on April 8 or 9. More on that to come.

 

Happy New Year

Jan 10
New Year Twilight

2015 Marks 25th Anniversary of Appalachian Trail Odyssey

Happy New Year from the shores of the wild and woolly Great Lakes, where I spent my childhood. This picture from landscape photographer Mark Graf pretty much says it all about that six month season from the end of October all the way through April that Michiganders call winter.

Move your cursor over the image and see what you think of it in black and white. Different worlds, aren’t they? Graf’s art and what WordPress makes of it: it’s a little like what being a novelist is like, I think. Those instant shifts of perspective that trigger indelible acts of the imagination, bleeding color in and out of the life you live in.

I saw Turner sunrises over the lake just like this every morning on the way to school in Grosse Pointe. The daily choice whether to walk or ride my bike along the lake always took the biting wind into account. The least exposed way to the Grosse Point Academy (formerly the convent school where I attended Montessori) was inland a few blocks. But if I took the Lake Shore route home, I could watch the pleasure craft trying to avoid the big, thousand-foot freighters and their escorts, the tug boats and ice-cutters, that seemed endlessly fascinating as they hauled taconite down from Duluth, heading out to sea on the St. Lawrence.

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When suppertime came the old cook came on deck Saying “Fellas, it’s too rough to feed ya.” At 7 pm the main hatchway caved in. He said, “Fellas, it’s been good to know ya.” Classic poetry from Canadian troubadour Gordon Lightfoot, “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”

“The spot I made that photograph is one that I return to frequently,” says Mark Graf. “It has become my go-to place for winter landscape photography because it changes SO much from day to day. Winds, currents, temperatures and light all play together creating a landscape like a collaborative painting. It must have been nice to witness it every day where you grew up. I live about 25 minutes away from the lake, so I am often “guessing” what conditions may be like – and I really only photograph it in the winter time. It is more barren, isolated, and in a state of transformation then. No boats or human activity except for ice fisherman when the ice thickens.”

If you’ve never really listened to “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald,” the 1974 classic Great Lakes ballad by Gordon Lightfoot, this is the season, and now’s the time. Don’t waste another minute of your frozen life. Listen to it in good quality and read the lyrics here on YouTube.

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The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
when the wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did too,
twas the witch of November come stealing.

After fifth grade, when I left the Academy to spend the next seven years at University Liggett School, I carpooled until I could drive myself. In those days you spent half an hour scraping ice off the car in the morning, unless you were among the lucky few with a heated garage, and it took the whole half-hour trip to get 30 seconds of heat from vents. I remember one carpooling mother who smoked in the car. I was always waiting for her breath to freeze the smoke she blew through her nostrils. The pre-crystalline vapors hung midair like in zero-gravity, and I wasn’t sure what was worse, the stench form the cigarette or the frost-covered vinyl seat beneath my kilt.

I spent many weekends in the Metamora hunt country fifty miles away along rutted old plank roads, so ace driving skills were key. You spent a lot of time in the ditch. You learned how to get yourself out. Usually by the skin of your teeth. Nobody repaired a dented car til summer.

Today, living in the Virginia countryside, watching the whole state shut down under an inch of snow, I’m having a hard time convincing my daughter to spend Friday nights doing donuts in empty lots. I still change my tires every winter (that means I put snow tires on my car); I still keep “emergency blankets in the boot” (that means you can always find a thermos, parka, extra boots and a snow shovel in my car this time of year); I’ll load the car with water and a stove, skis & skins or snowshoes (or at least crampons) on long trips off the blacktop if I don’t know whether a storm is coming; and Virginians love to tease me about it, even here in horse country. But two years ago, Fair Spouse found herself stuck behind an I-81 winter pileup for 18 hours. Yep, she bundled up and walked to a hotel. That’s my girl.

Photo: appalachianwoman.com

Photo: appalachianwoman.com

2015 is an important anniversary year for me as a lover of wild places. It’s the 25th anniversary of the year I spent on the Appalachian Trail. You can get an idea of what that was all about here, in the documentary I made that has been resurrected from the dead and posted on YouTube by one of my thru hiking pals, trail name “weathercarrot.” It was the best surprise Christmas present ever.

Looking back beyond that spring day 25 years ago when I started my 2,184-mile trek along the Appalachian Trail in 1991, I can remember the call of the stark landscapes I grew up in. A friend’s New Year’s greetings recalled the upland game shooting I used to do with my family under slate grey skies in the bleak winter cornfields fringing Mid-Michigan woods. An old schoolmate’s Facebook post on the day it dawned cold here (and never got above 19 degrees F) reminded me what it felt like when your nose hairs froze on a shoveled path with snow piled high above your shoulders. Mike Leigh’s new film, MR TURNER, catches my eye for bloody sunrises and sunsets that suddenly turn into abstractions, like music, and then back into untamed landscapes. Mark Graf’s photograph fills me with the call of the wild across the lake ice.

Ice covered fields of Metamora, Michigan, where I also grew up. (c) AP

Ice covered fields of Metamora, Michigan, where I also grew up. (c) AP

Wondering what to read by the fireside until it’s time to hit the trail again? Michigan authors and a little Gordon Lightfoot will get you through the long nights. There’s just something about ’em. It’s hard to explain, like why the winter goes by faster with a cup of Caribou coffee, or why “Michigan” by the Milk Carton Kids always makes me cry. See a Coppola film, or something by Larry Kasdan. Or anything with Jeff Daniels in it. Try reading some Elmore Leonard. Some Kerouac. Some Joyce Carol Oates or some Jeff Eugenides, who taught my drama class in middle school. Some Caldecott-winning Chris Van Allsberg or some bitter stanzas by our former Poet Laureate Philip Levine. Howbout some Hemingway, Algren or Tom McGuane? They all go well with good whiskey. Still stumped? Here’s last year’s list of Michigan’s 20 Notable Books.

Has anybody seen this year’s list? It didn’t get used for tinder last night, did it?

Until you help me get caught up, I think I’ll start with the new collection by Jim Harrison, then move on to the natural history of the sturgeon edited by Nancy Auer and Dave Dempsey. And for a dessert that’s not too sweet, the poetry collection Birth Marks by Jim Daniels.

“I have been photographing in Michigan for close to 20 years now,” says Graf, “and it always surprises me with little known spots now and then.”

Mother of Presidents Marries Lesbians!

Dec 10

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Mother of Presidents Marries Lesbians!

Approaching the winter solstice this month, pagan rites and marriage rites are both on my mind, heeding Scott Fitzgerald who advised creative people to be passionate about reconciling opposites.

 

Cosmology has bled cinematically into these musings, in the form of INTERSTELLAR by Christopher Nolan (the love child of 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY and CONTACT) and THE THEORY OF EVERYTHING (with that remarkable performance by Eddie Redmayne). I’ll leave the pagans for another post. That leaves marriage for now.

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Bluebells in Winchester, VA does such a lovely job of cheering you up on a cold, damp midwinter’s “walk down the aisle.”

Whenever marriage is on my mind in December, so are hairdressers and florists, handmade notecards and satin ribbons, lovely papers and poetry and ink pens, good friends, good wine, firelight, decorating with teenagers, winter gardens and quotable wisdom by Kahlil Gibran and Vita Sackville-West.

I can recommend all of those things (plus Love, Death and the Changing of the Seasons, Marilyn Hacker’s novel in sonnets, which I just reread with such pleasure over Thanksgiving) as seasonal antidotes to the commercial “holiday” horrors that are falling fast upon us, darker than the long nights. They’ve seemed longer and colder so far this winter, don’t you think?

As to marriage…as the translator of Elisabeth de Gramont, who was first a chattel bride, then a battered wife, then a bigamist with an Eternal Mate, then a divorcee, and in the end, the happy head of three female households at once and for life, I have been mulling over what marriage is, civilly and spiritually; what it can be; and what it so often is not.

imagesThere is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years from the small acorn of passion, into a great rooted tree.

–Vita Sackville-West

 

 

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Charity and Sylvia is the tale of two ordinary women who lived in an extraordinary same-sex marriage in early nineteenth-century Vermont.

What more needs be said about a book that got rave reviews from the author of Sex and the Founding Fathers?

 

 

Rachel will join me here in 2015 for virtual cooking and conversation about this book and upcoming projects, so why not read the book with along with me this holiday season?

My own marriage of 17 years got a do-over on December 8th, when Fair Spouse and I got (re)married at Belmont in the studio of my uncle Gari Melchers, the American Impressionist and portrait painter, and finally recorded our legal marriage in Stafford County, Virginia.

Got married again here, this time in the church of art.

Got married again here, this time in the church of art.

The “Mother of Presidents” is finally free to marry whom she chooses! Imagine that. Never thought we’d see the day. It was a proud and happy day for my little family as Virginians and Americans.

Back in 1997, the three Episcopal priests who married us at All Saints, Pasadena—Ed Bacon, Margaret Cunningham and Bill Doulos—risked their jobs (along with their careers and their pensions) to seal our covenant and pronounce us married in the eyes of God using the Rite I service our families had grown up with. It is hard for our teenage daughter to imagine how radical it was, “back then in the 1990s,” to merely repeat the comforting words her beloved grandmothers had memorized from attending so many weddings during their lifetimes.

Love the Unitarian seal, the winter solstice under the full moon....

Love the Unitarian seal, the winter solstice under the full moon….

This time, we developed a liturgy jointly with the local Unitarian minister, Reverend Walter Braman, sporting a really interesting Romanian stole. This time around, getting married was shorter and, yes, sweeter. It had a lot more humanism, Epicureanism, science and poetry. The offspring was present at the nuptials of the parents, proof that time flows in all directions. Sorrow was served up in roughly equal measure to joy. Reference was also made to back seat driving and lingering too long in coffees shops chatting to total strangers. That’s 17 years of marriage for you.

People often ask me how to keep happy marriages going. Oh yes, I have ideas. Happy to share them privately. Which is one way of putting it. (Hint: the way to keep marriage going is to keep it as private as possible!)

Before I sign off for 2014, I’d like to thank some of the people who made it all possible. When I call your name, would you please stand for applause. Drumroll, please, for the good company I keep here at S. Stroh & Co:

Nikki Grigsby, star assistant, somebody should play you in a movie about the world’s greatest Girl Friday. You handle my perplexity and complexity with just the right blend of blasé and aplomb. Plus your sartorial gifts make you a moving work of art. Thank you, Nikki, for all you do every day to keep me on track and (somewhat) organized.

Andrea Kuchinski, designer and lifestyle maven extraordinaire, where would I be without your workaholism? I think we probably need to go to Late Nights Anonymous together, but til then, keep it up, Chief! Your good taste infuses everything we create together, including those fabulous order of service for my wedding yesterday. Thank you.

Jason Wolf of EagerSheep, webmaster deluxe, please do not tell the world about the insanely idiotic directives you routinely have to deal with from me, such as: “What is this thingy beside that button thing on the, you know? That computer thing with the web site. Why can’t I…..?????” This year you have handled everything technical here at SuzanneStroh.com, in addition to powering beautiful ScotchVerdict.com. And you even found time to travel to Mexico and develop our film projects at OaxacaFilmFest. Thank you, Jason.

To the guests who have made things much more interesting around here: astrologists A.T. Mann and Jo Cooke; authors Geraldine Amaral, Chelsea Ray, Cassandra Langer and Artemis Leontis; researcher Giulia Napoleone, who ferreted out the only known film footage of Natalie Barney from a BBC shoot so secret they refuse to share the entire interview with researchers; and filmmaker Ben Levine.

Pippa Gerber-Stroh, budding photographer, furnished the photos for Lily de Gramont’s birthday toast.Thanks, Sprite.

Helen Patton, actress, filmmaker and chairman of The Patton Foundation, your energy is an inspiration. This year I watched you compose a dirge on a flight from Santa Fe to Dallas, setting music to a beautiful WWI poem, and perform it on something like two hours’ sleep. I look forward to working together on our individual film projects, YOUNG PATTON and SCOTCH VERDICT, in 2015 at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art.

Daniel Hasse, you bright young thing, congratulations on the significant accomplishments you continue to rack up as creative director of Shakespeare in the Square. Thank you for your doubling expertise and casting breakdown of SCOTCH VERDICT, and here’s to more projects in store in 2015.

Ditto more to explore in 2015 with Winnaretta Singer specialist Linda Hollander, whose fictional diary of her salacious subject (the 23rd child of Isaac Singer, who invented the sewing machine…but who’s counting?) simply MUST find a publisher–or a TV miniseries, whichever comes first. Never heard of Tante Winnie? She was the first American princess. “Before there was Grace Kelly,” says Hollander, “there was Winnaretta.” And she was a major philanthropist, building Major cultural institutions in Paris and transforming those she hadn’t built. “Before there was Princess Di,” says Hollander, “there was Winnaretta.” Oh, and she built her own dungeon de luxe way before 50 Shades of Gray. Got your attention? Stay tuned for more from Linda Hollander, here, in 2015.

I was incredibly fortunate that Spanish poet and filmmaker Paloma Etienne agreed to translate the synopsis for my Mexican film project in development, “Ella.” It was well received in September at the Oaxaca FilmFest 5th Edition. Thank you, Paloma. If you read Spanish and want to read what Virginia Woolf might write in the 21st century, download Paloma’s book I’ve Loved You for So Long for your Kindle. It’s a novel written in text messages.

Multi-talented Colleen Hahn and her team at Gryphon Media Strategies supported my work this year with excellent literary services. Thanks, Colleen, and I hope we will find more ways to work together in 2015.

Last year I met reader, traveler and tech specialist Steven Schroeder through our shared love of the avant-gardistes of the Belle Epoque. Thanks, Steven, for priming me on Wikipedia and for expanding my horizons. Your interest in my work has sparked new projects of interest to us both.

And last but not least, to my esteemed colleagues, author Cassandra Langer and translator Jean-Loup Combemale, with whom I’ve explored the forgotten world of Romaine Brooks this year, thank you. I love our work together on the avant-gardes of the interwar period, what a team! After a lively presentation at the Archives of American Art in November, our transcription and translation of the only known voice recording of “The Thief of Souls” is now on its way to a permanent home at the University of Tulsa, which will make it available online to researchers all over the world. Here’s to more of same in 2015.

We lost author Diana McLellan in 2014, and the written world will never be the same without her. The Girls: Sappho Goes to Hollywood is still the best romp I ever had between the covers of a book, and Booktrope reissued it this year. Ah, Diana. May she dish forever in the great beyond.

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Interview with Artemis Leontis

Oct 31
31 October 2014
life as a greek revival
Eva Palmer

Eva Palmer (1874-1952) before her days “on the lunatic fringe”

ArtemisLeontis2_sm“she was the only ancient greek i ever knew”

a conversation with artemis leontis

 

Suzanne Stroh: Artemis, thanks for stopping by today on Natalie Barney’s 138th birthday. Here, have some cake. Lemonade?

Artemis Leontis: Thank you! Virtual cakes have essential vitamins to keep memories alive!

To augur many happy returns, I thought we could celebrate the life of somebody who made a profound impact on Natalie’s life, Eva Palmer-Sikelianos.You’ve been working on Eva’s biography. An incredible woman. Tell us about her.

Born into moneyed society in late-nineteenth-century New York, Eva was a non-traditional student, as most young women of her era were, with little formal training. Self taught, she passed the tough college entrance exams of Bryn Mawr College when she was 22 and studied Latin, Greek, and English there from 1896 to 1898. She left Bryn Mawr  to accompany her brother in Rome (actually she was kicked out for a year); but she kept her dormitory room in Radnor Hall. When she returned to the U.S. in the summer of 1900, she offered it to Natalie and Renée Vivien to introduce them to the formal study of Greek and especially Sappho’s poetry.

She became a crucial link, you say. Connecting what?

leontissConnecting the search for new identities and artistic forms with women’s classical learning in the early twentieth century. Her prodigious engagement with diverse leading artists had an influence that should be acknowledged in our reading of cultural history. She was, for instance, a founding member with Barney and Vivien of the Parisian cult of Sappho’s person known as Sapho 1900. She was instrumental in developments in modern dance from Isadora Duncan to Ted Shawn. She was a player in the Greek vernacular re-workings of ancient sources as exemplified by the poetry of Angelos Sikelianos, her husband; and part of the search for alternative tonalities for the revival of ancient drama, in dialogue with composers from Richard Strauss to Dimitri Mitropoulos. She was even connected to Gandhi’s advocacy of khadi in India’s decolonization movement.

Palmer mixed her women’s college Greek with American modernist and Greek national embodiments. And she gave flesh to Greek ruins to uncanny effect. According to one observer, “She had a strange power of entering the minds of the ancients and bringing them back to life again.”

But she was airbrushed. Brushed out of history.

Airbrushed from depictions of her era’s cultural attainments, Eva Palmer finds her place in this biography as a prominent figure in the portrait it paints of the group of modern artists and activists who sought to “make it new” by “making it old,” finding energy in the still remains of the distant past.

When you write that she was the most important foreign visitor to Greece since Byron, it seeds my imagination. I see reedy poets with slender flanks and flowing locks standing on blocky ruins. (In fact, I think I’ve seen a stunning nude photo of Natalie Barney taken by one of them there!) In that vision, Byron and Palmer do look a lot alike. But what impact did both artists really have on Greece? How did that compare to the fame of, say, Cavafy?

Cavafy’s poetry made him famous, especially after his death, and drew attention to him more than to Greece or even to Modern Greek poetry.

images-3Byron’s two trips to Greece are another story altogether. His writing about Greece and especially his death at Messolonghi helped gain foreign sympathy for the Greek Revolution, which won its battle for independence from the Ottoman Empire largely through foreign support. Since his death, Byron has also served as a model for artists and individuals of romantic sensibilities (from Patrick Leigh Fermor to the hippies of Matala cave) who take up residency in Greece.

Palmer’s impact lies in the prototype she created for the development of Greece as a tourist destination. The Delphic Festivals, a large party she threw for elite guests at a beautifully located archaeological site with Greek drama, athletic games, exhibits, food, music, and dance to entertain them, had long-lasting effects. By her own largesse, she brought a large crowd of urban Greeks and foreign visitors to Delphi on a large cruise ship that anchored in Itea.

That was in 1927?

(Nods.) The crowd walked through the ruins along carefully landscaped paths she and Angelos had laid out. People viewed an exhibit of Greek handiwork from all the regions of Greece at Delphi and bought pieces as souvenirs. They tapped their feet to traditional music. They watched a performance of Aeschylus’s Prometheus Bound and Suppliants in the ancient, open-air theatre, which used the living idioms of the Modern Greek language, music, and dance. Palmer’s work at Delphi bringing together all these elements became a template for the Greece’s post-War reconstruction under the Marshall Plan and helped shape Greece as a tourist destination. 

Comparing her to Byron both artistically and philosophically, was Eva a romantic, a classicist, or something else?

Eva was an upper class American freethinker born into the Victorian era. She was deeply influenced by movements of her own time, from Delsartean principles to Arts and Crafts. She may be compared to Isadora Duncan for her backward glance to archaic art, and to modernists Ezra Pound and H.D. in their use of ancient prototypes.

With what mindset did she seek her spiritual home in Greece? An explorer’s? A pilgrim’s? A linguist’s? An artist’s? Something else?

I like to think of her as a kind of archaeologist.

When she first traveled to Greece in July 1906, it was for personal reasons: to escape from the perpetually triangular relationships of women in her circle with Natalie Barney. She wanted a more exclusive, tender relationship with Barney, but recognized that this was not forthcoming. So she came to Greece, a faraway land, so she might piece together her broken heart.

Isadora Duncan’s brother Raymond Duncan and his wife Penelope. Eva married Penelope’s brother, Angelos Sikelianos.

During her personal recovery she began to notice things beyond herself. Penelope Sikelianos Duncan–

Married to Raymond Duncan, Isadora Duncan’s brother. 

Yes.

In September, James Conway wrote an interesting piece about Isadora and Raymond in Greece. But back to Eva. So her friend Penelope Duncan…

Penelope Sikelianos Duncan, Penelope’s brother Angelos, and their family and friends became her guides to the surrounding world. She was curious about Greece as an ancient place that was still alive. She soon spoke of Greece as a country, people, and language she loved. Digging deep into ancient ways of living, replicating ancient labor, relating the ancient Greeks to Greece’s present inhabitants, learning the language and processes of self care from people of the present, using all these things to animate the still remains of the past, helping Angelos and others around him fulfill their dream for contemporary Greece: these are the motives propelling Eva Palmer’s adult life from the time she began to find her footing in Greece. 

What was her lifelong vision for the Greece of today—contemporary Greece, both in her own time and for our own?

She believed that pockets of Greek society retained a mode of living resistant to the automatization of the industrial era. She wanted—for herself and all Greece—to recover and preserve those processes of creation that were part of a traditional, un-mechanized way of life: modes of music making; techniques of spinning; skills in weaving and handiwork; ways of face-to-face socializing, poetry making. She saw in these things a potential model for sustainable modern living.

Would she say it has been realized?

She was never sanguine about the outcome of her efforts. She saw elements of her work appropriated selectively and put to uses she did not support.

Eva was a deep thinker as well as a practicing artist. What was her artistic journey? What conclusions had she come to, at the end of her life, about art, the creation of art and the appreciation of it?

I return to the theme of archaeology, the excavation of the material remains of ancient life. All her adult life she found inspiration in the gaps in the sources of knowledge about Greek antiquity, particularly lost textiles, sounds, and music. She used her hands, voice, and body to fill in the gaps. The body of work we should identify with her is her body and the traces of her actions and movements she left behind.

That’s profound. “Noticed but unrecorded” is I think the phrase Joan Schenkar used to describe the elusive life of Dolly Wilde. Is that the problem? Begging what approach?

I asked, how does Eva’s embodied replication of ancient life relate to archaeology, the disciplined study of human life in the past through its material remains? Eva Palmer did not consider her work archaeological in any formal sense. In 1900, she abandoned her studies in Greek and Latin at Bryn Mawr College to perform on the stage. When archaeologists congratulated her for her “archaeologically correct” production of Prometheus Bound at Delphi, she disclaimed accuracy in order to maintain artistic ends.

Politely. But firmly. Eva was insistent, speaking truth to power, and I was impressed. You read her comments aloud in your Athenian lecture. I looked at it here on Vimeo.

Yet Palmer pursued what she called an “anadromic method,” following the approach used to decipher the Rosetta Stone, to “remount the current” of history: to replicate ancient modes of weaving, composing, and dancing by comparing ancient sources with living practices. Her work is an example of “alternative archaeology,” that is, archaeological practices happening outside the formal discipline of archaeology. Alternative archaeology is useful to us here to consider what might be illuminated by an alternative, unscientific approach toward excavating ruins. Palmer’s creations bring into view the paths of non-experts in infusing ancient ruins with life and the vitality of such practices in this period.

At the end of her life, when she was composing music no one would ever hear and defending political positions that placed her on the Cold War blacklist of uncooperative artists, Eva described herself as working on a “lunatic fringe.” She may have felt she was drawing life from people who had moved and breathed long ago; but she felt increasingly alone among her living peers. 

Which discipline was dearest to Eva in her heart? What work could she get lost in, and what came harder?

She sought to recover many different ancient processes: how Greeks wove and wore their clothes, recited poetry, improvised songs, staged plays, created art. She got lost in different media at different times. At the turn of the twentieth century, she dedicated herself to acting, costume design, and directing. From 1906 through 1915 she was absorbed by threadwork:, spinning and dying her own threads and weaving cloth.

Then for the next seven years she became a star student of neo-Byzantine-style Eastern Orthodox Church music, a very difficult non-Western musical system giving shape to thousands of hymns in ancient Greek. She made plans to open an international school for the preservation and instruction of non-Western music.

But that plan fell away, and from the mid 1920s through the late 1930s, she devoted herself again to the artistic direction, staging, costuming, and production of Greek drama. In the 1940s she composed hundreds of pieces of music for poetry and drama and translated Angelos Sikelianos’s poetry.

What came to her the hardest was any form of compromise that might help bridge her ideas with contemporary work that was appealing to American and even Greek audiences. 

A scholar, a teacher, a traveler… an artist, a visionary, a wife and mother, a lover of women… so accomplished… Which of her accomplishments do you consider the greatest?

She saw the latent grandeur of the Greeks everywhere, and throughout her life she kept finding new ways to revive them: as the lover of women using Sappho’s words to express her feelings; the wife of a famous Greek poet who went “native” by adopting Greek tunics and advocating weaving to encourage Greece’s economic independence; the first woman to direct a major international festival of Greek drama and games in ancient Delphi; or the sibylline old woman who, upon returning to Greece in 1952 and suffering a stroke, was buried as a cult hero in Delphi. 

imagesAlthough she is best known for her direction of the Delphic Festivals, on which she spent all her money, this was by no means her culminating achievement. Instead what was extraordinary to me about her, and the story I wish to tell, is how she lived her entire adult life as a Greek revival. In the words of one young woman who performed in the chorus of Prometheus Bound under her direction, “She was the only ancient Greek I ever knew.”

And she was very beautiful.

And she was very queer. I mean that in a very specific sense of the word. What do we make of the fact that she abandoned Western dress to wear hand-woven Greek tunics from 1907 to the end of her life? Queerness characterizes not just her sexuality but her peculiar untimeliness: “[N]o one who ever saw her felt that she belonged entirely in this world,” wrote Robert Payne, a British biographer, in his book The Splendour of Greece. To elaborate on her “out of time” existence, Payne quoted the words of one Greek woman who performed in Palmer’s production of Prometheus Bound.

“She had a strange power of entering the minds of the ancients and bringing them to life again. She knew everything about them – how they walked and talked in the marketplace, how they latched their shoes, how they arranged the folds of their gowns when they arose from the table, and what songs they sang, and how they danced, and how they went to bed. I don’t know how she knew these things, but she did.”

Robert Payne, The Splendour of Greece, p. 102. 

Was she aware of her own beauty? What was the utility of beauty, according to Eva Palmer?

She was an introvert, perpetually in retreat from the attention of others, and at the same time an actor for whom the world was a stage. Her gray eyes and thick long auburn hair and endless posing inevitably brought attention to her. So her beauty in conjunction with her reticence helped her move in and out of the limelight. She could make herself quite noticeable, which really she did when she rejected the conventions of Western dress; and she was generally quite unforgettable. The world knew her as Eva Palmer, or Madame Sikelianou, wife of Angelos Sikelianos, and everywhere doors opened wherever she wished to enter.

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“The mother of my desires”

In her memoirs, Natalie called Eva the mother of her desires. What did she mean?

The memoirs represent Natalie’s life as she wanted it to be remembered. Natalie’s words seem to mean that Eva was her first lover, who introduced her to same-sex female lovemaking in their shared adolescence. As far as I have been able to trace things, their relationship goes back to 1894, when Eva was 20 and Natalie two years younger. They may have known each other earlier, but I have not been able to trace it. I cannot confirm that Eva was the “mother of her desires” in the sense that it is normally taken. What matters is that Natalie in the company of Eva developed the repertoire of the cosmopolitan, artistic, Sappho-inspired, that is to say, lesbian lover. Together they helped to create roles and sensibilities and modes of inquiry to complement the lines of desire of the twentieth century lesbian. 

But their relationship was very volatile.

Triangular love relationships were keys in their reading of Sappho’s fragments, and they replicated that rather unstable figure in their personal relations. Natalie in particular knew how to draw Eva toward her by putting another person between them. Volatility fanned the flames of desire—for as long as the desire was nourished; it was integral to the model. It also contained the seeds of their relationship’s destruction.

Name one or two things that Eva loved best about Natalie Barney. One or two things that drove her crazy.

Natalie’s wit. Her eyes. Her independence. She hated the insignificant lovers Natalie placed between them and her incessant need to please the people who mattered to her the least.

What qualities of Natalie’s probably contributed to their estrangement for so long? Any of Eva’s?

Eva writes that Natalie’s insulting treatment of Angelos Sikelianos drove her to marry him, and she shows that she was perpetually troubled, oddly, by Natalie’s conventionality and her disregard for Eva’s less conventional interests. I am sure Eva’s dependence on receiving Natalie’s approval was not an attractive feature. And Natalie never understood Eva’s loving embrace of Greek society, her “going native.” And she was completely insulted when Eva threw all their correspondence at her feet. 

Natalie also threw her own birthday parties, inviting her inner circle that seemed to grow wider by the year. She formed a club of people born on the same day, like Marie Laurencin, and so Halloween chez l’Amazone was pretty festive. But Eva was an introvert. If Eva could whisk Natalie away on her birthday, where would they go and what would they do? Which one of Natalie’s 96 living birthdays would Eva dream of doing over?

Photo: unknown. Collection of Eleni Sikelianos.

Photo: unknown. Collection of Eleni Sikelianos.

Perhaps the one in the fall of 1905 when Natalie was 29 and Eva 31. As it happened, Natalie was in Paris while Eva was in New York arranging to perform Melisande to Sarah Bernhardt’s Pelleas in Maeterlinck’s Pelléas et Mélisande. If that performance had gone according to Eva’s plan, if Sarah had been more interested in it and hadn’t tried to sabotage it by making Eva pay for the production, Eva would have invited Natalie to come to New York from Paris for the performance. She would have played her dreamiest Mélisande to win Sarah’s Pelléasian love. Natalie would have found Eva’s performance of the love scene of the fourth act scintillating. The bonds between them would have been recovered momentarily by Natalie’s jealousy of Sarah Bernhardt’s staged affection, Eva would have been hopeful of a new beginning between them, and both Natalie and Eva would have been all the more heartbroken when Eva left for Greece with Penelope Duncan.

(Speechless. Thinking: With Penelope Duncan???????)

I’m writing a screenplay about Natalie living with Romaine Brooks in Italy during World War II. I learned from you that Natalie and Eva met and reconciled shortly before Europe exploded in armed conflict. Tell me about that.

That was in May of 1939. Eva was in Connecticut recovering from double pneumonia, staying with her friend and possibly lover of the time, Mary Hambidge. She had just met Ted Shawn, the dancer and choreographer, and begun a test collaboration with his men dancers to see if they might stage Aeschylus’s Persians together. Either in Mary’s house or in the house of patron of the arts Katherine S. Drier, Natalie visited Eva.

The reunion was filled with good feeling and affection. Eva and Natalie had not seen each other since 1924. At that time Eva was a wealthy expatriate living a high life in Greece, visiting Paris on route to Germany, where she would test a special organ she had commissioned for her school of non-Western music. Now she was impoverished and unwell. She had no home of her own. Years of chain smoking and constant worrying over unpaid bills had worn her down. Life was fragile. Even so, opportunities still presented themselves. Here was Eva, on the point of a breakthrough with a performing artist who interested her and had doors opening for him. What was her point of readiness? What was Natalie’s point of readiness in a dangerous world that seemed to be falling apart?

Eva’s words to Natalie in a follow-up letter anticipate the fleeting opportunities and invisible landmines that had become a piece of her: “Because this everlasting striving to be what I should be, in order to properly accomplish the thing I feel worth while, these endless commands to myself, ‘Now do this, and now do that, and why don’t you do the other?’; has worked me into a sort of tension which three times has nearly broken me with serious illnesses.” Eva quotes from her favorite lines of special providence from Hamlet Act 5 Scene 2, 232 to 234.):

“If it be now, ’tis not to come,” for it becomes a sort of doctrine with me that whatever thing I most wished for would come to me if I myself were only ready for it. And this idea of Readiness can lead one far afield, for in any objective which is worth following at all, are there not endless byways which one should also be familiar with in order to reach this secret standard of Readiness.”

Most prescient of all, her letter to Natalie anticipates the danger to which Natalie was now returning in France. I almost sense that Eva is asking Natalie if she is ready for the difficulties she will be facing in the war.

Haunting, considering the timeline I’ve been able to piece together with the help of Langer and Rapazzini. She was in danger. Lily de Gramont knew it and had written to Natalie from Hornfleur, begging her to bring money and bring Romaine Brooks and get out of France. Natalie wrote back three heartbreaking words: NOT WITHOUT YOU. She knew Lily would never abandon her country in wartime. They’d spent the first war together, with Lily assisting amputations at the train station every day, and Natalie believed it was in her power to make sure they would not be parted during the second. But she was wrong. They were separated for six years. How did Eva spend the war years?

She wove costumes and wrote music for Ted Shawn’s dance group. Then, when the group was dismantled and their collaboration fell apart, she stayed with Mary Hambidge in the artist residency Mary was creating in the mountains of northeast Georgia. When their relationship came undone, she moved to New York to be near her friend Elsa Barker and brother Courtlandt. She composed music, corresponded with friends, translated and published Angelos Sikelianos’s poetry in English, and sent hundreds of political letters to politicians and newspapers, protesting the international sidelining of the leftist resistance movement EAM in the transition from the German occupation to civilian rule in Greece and the return of the Danish monarchy.

images-1Her political positions shifted further to the left, and, by the end of the war, she was identified by some as a persona non grata. She tried but was unable to publish her autobiography, Upward Panic.

Panic, in the sense of that rustic god with the thrusting energies, not panic the onrush of dread.

In both senses. Panic is the rush of dread brought on by Pan, the rustic god with thrusting energies. Panic can move people downward or upward.

It was finally published in 1993. Here’s an Amazon link to it, edited by Professor John Anton.

Natalie’s sister, Laura Dreyfus-Barney, spent the war in Washington, DC. The sisters were one quarter Jewish, which made them a target in Paris. But Natalie was in denial. Laura may have been more realistic since she had been married to a Jew, Hippolyte Dreyfus, and even though Hippo had died in 1928, Laura left France in 1939 just as she had done in 1914. But Laura’s sociable mother Alice had died back in 1931. The house must have felt very empty. I’ve often wondered if Laura was lonely during those years spent separated from her sister. Were Eva and Laura close?

I don’t know anything about their relationship. Laura strikes me as a person of enormous social and administrative skills. I have no evidence that Eva sought her out in any way from 1933 to 1952 while she was in the U.S.

What other personal and professional relationships were central in Eva’s life and development?

Angelos Sikelianos (1907-1934) Greek poet and playwright, married to Eva Palmer

Angelos Sikelianos (1907-1934) Greek poet and playwright, married to Eva Palmer

Angelos Sikelianos was a significant influence. They were lovers only briefly but collaborators for a lifetime. She opened doors for him with her money, and he made her welcome in ethnically Greek circles. She did everything she could to promote (and perhaps give direction to) his work. The other major figures I have not yet mentioned are Konstantinos Psachos, the professor of Byzantine Music and head chanter who taught her Byzantine music and wrote the music for the choruses of the Delphic festivals; and Khorshed Naoroji, a Parsi woman from an eminent family who studied classical piano at the Sorbonne University and collaborated with Eva to form a school of non-Western music. The school never opened, because Eva turned her attention to directing the Delphic Festivals and Khorshed returned to India, took khadi voiws, and joined Gandhi’s movement.

Sounds like you’ve been on an Odyssey of your own as Eva’s biographer. Tell me what it’s been like to write this book. What has surprised you most?

The spread of her connections and the number and quality of extant traces of her life. The bifurcation of her biographical presence as Eva Palmer, Natalie Clifford Barney’s lover, and Eva Sikelianou, Angelos Sikelianos’s wife. For years no one followed readily accessible traces to connect the parts. I knew her as the Greek poet’s wife, and she was for me a mystery figure. I could make neither heads nor tails of Eva’s strange presence next to Sikelianos. I had no way to decide if she was subsidiary or important, interesting or indifferent. Once I found that she played a seminal role in organizing the cultural events for which she gave her husband credit and that her sources of inspiration lay in college women’s Greek and “Sapho 1900” in addition to Greek vernacular culture, I began to seek out archives relating to her life.

So far I have visited libraries and museums in New York, Massachussets, Washington D.C., Maryland, Wisconsin, Paris, Delphi, and Athens. Every chapter of her life feels like a fresh start. What has surprised me most is the size and breadth of her network and the depth of her relationships at many important turns in her life. I am also taken by her calm demeanor in the days before she died, when she returned to Greece and posed, sibyl-like, in the theatre at Delphi, as if announcing that the oracle of Delphi is no more. At key turning points she anticipated the turn her life will take.

Once again, haunting. Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s All Hallows Eve.

Then it’s appropriate that Eva haunts us. Thank you for your questions! I am grateful for every opportunity to cross check sources and interact with another researcher and thinker.

It’s been my pleasure, too. Thanks so much, Artemis. Best of luck on your book, which I can’t wait to read.

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The oracle at Delphi is no more. Eva Palmer-SIkelianos (1874-1952)

Artemis Leontis is Professor in the Department of Classical Studies at the University of Michigan and teaches Modern Greek and Comparative Literature.
Her books are Culture and Customs of Greece (Westport, CT: Greenwood Press, 2009), an introduction to Greek culture for a broad educated readership, and Topographies of Hellenism: Mapping the Homeland (Ithaca: Cornell University Press, 1995).
She is the editor of Greece: A Travelers Literary Companion (San Francisco: Whereabouts Press), an anthology of essays and short stories translated from Greek, and “What These Ithacas Mean….” Readings in Cavafy, a bilingual, illustrated presentation of selected works by Cavafy.
She is currently completing her longtime biography project, “A Life in Ruins: The Alternative Archaeologies of Eva Palmer Sikelianos.”

“SEND COFFEE”

Aug 21
SCREENWRITER’S NOTEBOOK
COALS TO NEWCASTLE DEPARTMENT

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Send Coffee

From one coffee loving writer to another, by way of Honoré de Balzac, we have today’s post in Biographile by Joe Muscolino. Plus “eight Honoré de Balzac quotes for writers who work hard and play harder.” It’s wonderful. Stir, read and enjoy.

I’ll try to hunt down Lily de Gramont’s thoughts on the subject 100 years later.

We know that American painter Romaine Brooks was desperate without several cups a day. Life in the hills of Florence during World War II was living out Coleridge’s worst nightmare for the coffee lover in Romaine: “Water, water every where / Nor any drop to drink.”

Berating Natalie Barney for trying to commandeer luxuries that would call attention to their wealth (and to Natalie’s prohibited Jewishness), Romaine wasn’t above this simple plea made often to Natalie’s sister, Laura, who had fled Paris for New York: images

 

In the Garden

Jun 16
Translator’s notebook

Lavandula pedunculata ssp. pedunculata (top), L. 'Ballerina' (middle), L. 'Pukehou'Write with your spade

and garden with your pen

–Vita Sackville-West

 

 

Monday morning. Back at my desk. One hundred and five years ago today in 1909, here on page 198, Lily and Natalie are frolicking in the garden of their first June together. I can only join them in translation.

Leaving your arms, I’ve left everything, I’ve become a robot…where is the moonlit garden–where I kept and caressed the youth who spoke the secret language of the night!

Élisabeth de Gramont: avant-gardiste © 2004 by Francesco Rapazzini
Translation © 2014 by Suzanne Stroh

In my own garden, it has been so satisfying to see the bees settle almost instantly on the fruits of one’s labor: lavenders coaxed into a south facing bed on the clearest, most beautiful summer’s day we’ve ever spent in Roanoke.

The varieties I’m trying from Abernethy & Spencer, the Leesburg nursery, are Ana Luisa (silvery with blue flowers), Blue Water (airy and low) and Seal (tall and rangy). The site is a bed that lies beneath a hot brick wall.

So many great flowering herbs for the garden. Try lavenders in Virginia. Don’t forget to amend the soil. Ours is too heavy and clay for them. But they love the heat.

What’s going on in your garden?