I met Laurie and Gary Lewis when they lived in Stuyvesant Town and I lived across the street, 369 First Avenue (bathtub in the kitchen etc.) and when their daughter Amanda and my son Mark went to the same preschool. We became friends. Gary worked at Pepsi-Cola and I was between corporate jobs and did PR as a sole practitioner calling myself Ads Infinitum. We shared a love for jazz and good times. Laurie is alive and well. As for Gary, that’s another story, which Laurie has told in Love, and all that Jazz. I bought a copy today at Kepler’s. Laurie sent me the equivalent of galleys last year and now I get to read it between its paperback covers. I’m deeply touched by it and urge you to consider having a look. Among the endorsements is this: “Love, lovers, jazz and dope, the wild gaiety, glamour and danger of New York’s 1950’s bohemia – Love, and all that Jazz is an amazing tale of a gutsy and gorgeous Canadian prairie girl with resilience born of a Communist family constantly on the run. She was an independent woman when the phrase was still an oxymoron. Laurie Lewis tells her intimate story with wit, panache and touching honesty.” – Michelle Landsberg, feminist author of Writing the Revolution and former Toronto Star columnist . Laurie opens the book with this: “We are not mad, we are human, we want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.” – Leonard Cohen, in an early unpublished manuscript. tinyurl/lr6un2b
Posted on: Sat, 14 Sep 2013 05:03:51 +0000
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