The above is a flyer that was created to promote the book To Bernard Berenson With Love. It was fun to play with the Florentine design.
And all of it is true and to me lovely, but it doesn’t bring back the magical man that I cared about so deeply. The sixty years between us–I was in my early 20’s,. he in his mid-80’s when we met–didn’t affect either of us; we loved the inner person, it was the spirit within us that drew us together. The delight in his eyes was reflected in mine.
The memories are strong today because two of my books,. described above and to the right, have just been sold through Amazon and sent off to unknown buyers. I wish I knew who these discerning people are. In its 103 pages, based on his letters to me, they’ll find an unusual and accurate portrayal of a brilliant man who was a flawed and loved human being despite his international renown He was not an ancient perfect Buddha.
When there’s a new moon I always salute BB. I know his spirit is up there. He greeted the new moon as a symbol of hope and future adventure.
It’s the middle of September; the humming birds are darting frantically from feeder to feeder hanging on my deck to stoke up on sugar water fuel before their long voyage to the south. These tiny (3″) birds must journey across long stretches of water to reach their winter homes in Mexico and beyond , and fortunately for us here in Rockport, they like to rest up here. We host an annual three-day Hummingbird Festival in mid-September which draws visitors from all over America and Canada.
This blog will be composed of observations, usually out of the window overlooking Angelfish Canal where my computer sits, because there is so much going on out there. Some days a mullet will make three huge (8′) leaps, much better than a skipping stone, just for the fun of it. On other days a giant blue heron will challenge a graceful white egret’s position on the dock: with a frightening noisy flapping of huge wings and a shriek like New York garbage trucks changing gears at 2 a.m., the heron tries to drive away the egret. However, the egret has a sense of its own importance and will step disdainfully a foot away, otherwise ignoring the impertinence of the heron. I begin to sound like Aesop’s Fables. Eventually one of them goes off to other fishing grounds.
And I had the rare pleasure of following the progress of a mummy and daddy Mourning Dove hatching their eggs on a precarious ledge over the door to the ledge. When I learn how to post photos here I”ll show them. Well, generally, when I learn how to post photos the blogs will be livelier.
Hang in there!
I’ve started a sister blog for my publishing company, ChapmanWorks, established to present books on the market under the ChapmanWorks imprint. My songs will also be available, either on the blog or through links. Hope you’ll visit from time to time.
THE FIRST BOOK I wrote was about the renowned Renaissance
art expert Bernard Berenson. He and I shared a remarkable friendship when I was in my 20’s and he in his 80’s. Many years after his death I wrote about him in a 96-page letter, TO BERNARD BERENSON WITH LOVE. Here is the Amazon link and the cover:
To Bernard Berenson With Love
Here is one of the reviews, from Writers Digest:
“The premise of the book (an unusual friendship between an octogenarian male art expert living in Italy and a young American woman) and the inclusion of the contents of actual letters between them made this book fascinating to read. The author has done a nice job of integrating her prose with the letters and other historical content. The author also humanizes (as opposed to romanticizing) the friendship. She honestly recounts her discomfort upon their first meeting and his unconventional ways. The author effectively tells the story of their budding friendship while resisting what must have been a temptation to sugarcoat it. Internally, the book is very well published (layout and design are well done.) –Writer’s Digest”
TO BERNARD BERENSON WITH LOVE is available at Amazon, but also available through me, the author, for $10 including tax and shipping. Just email me at: firstname.lastname@example.org.