Showing posts with label Kate. Show all posts
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09 January 2010

Kate


AKIBA, NADIA, and MIRIAM: Battery Park, NYC

I have mentioned that my friend Kate has been sending me long letters and emails for over 35 years. By these I have felt privileged.
Some years ago, she had taken some of her schoolkids on a field trip to the New York Stock Exchange, and afterward in Battery Park they came upon a model who was taking a break in the Park.

Yesterday, she made epical remarks that portrayed her being in the world, which she is, in about the way I imagine Neruda observing Santiago from the back of a taxi.

27 April 2009

our Kate

I met Kate in 1973. Since then she has written me many letters. Most of them are five to eight pages long, and include numerous annotations, notes, sketches, marginalia, and illuminations. Searching for a certain book in my attic the other day, I came across five grocery bags of her letters. Hundreds of letters, perhaps a thousand letters; accounts of her life over the decades, with particular reference to crazy romances, life in New York City, matters of health, and the tiny plural twists into which some notion of hers might explode. A treasury for which I am immensely grateful.
A mutual friend has described Kate as having more friends than anybody she knows, which suggests grocery bags speckled all over the world.
Kate has shifted chiefly to email, and I am assiduously archiving every bit she blesses to my inbox. I wish all her friends would copy me her electronic diaries.
Pepys!
The detailed private diary he kept during 1660–1669 was first published in the nineteenth century, and is one of the most important primary sources for the English Restoration period. It provides a combination of personal revelation and eyewitness accounts of great events, such as the Great Plague of London, the Second Dutch War and the Great Fire of London. (wik)