I find myself in a rare situation – I’m actually reading more than one book at a time. I’m usually a one book only type of reader, as you know. It is to be noted that this particular state will last all year long as I am participating in the War and Peace Readalong, which entails reading a chapter a day. So that means I will be doing that as well as reading another book at the same time throughout 2023. But now, I’ve also been reading a third book: Madly, Deeply; The Diaries of Alan Rickman. I’ll be finishing that today. It’s highly readable and a wonderful picture of a busy life in the theater and film. Good to know he struggled with the same things that all of us in the performing arts do; reviews, late nights, lack of sleep when having to be on set early in the morning, joy, exhaustion, that wonderful feeling when it works and that disappointed feeling when it doesn’t. He had lots of friends in the London theater community, a demanding social life (much more than introvert me could have handled) a loving long-term relationship with his wife Rima, They decided to get married after being together for decades, a couple of years before he passed away. Reading this book very much reminds me of my time with The Noel Coward Diaries, way back in the eighties. As you can imagine, he wrote with wit and style and I remember inhaling that book when I was working in an office where I clearly didn’t belong! I don’t know what happened to my copy, but I find myself wanting to find a copy and read it again.
Yesterday, I suddenly remembered that I saw Alan Rickman in a play way back in 1991 when I was at the Edinburgh Festival. The play was called Tango at the End of Winter and I remember how powerful he was in his stillness and how elegantly he moved across the stage. How fortunate I was!
War and Peace is superb. Don and I find ourselves chatting about it quite frequently. I love that he decided to read it, too.
I’m halfway through State of Terror. It moves along pretty quickly and I quite like it.
Don and I are trying to grapple with the death of a friend of ours. He was really Don’s friend, but I knew him, too. He and his wife are musicians who are very well known and respected in the Hudson Valley. He produced and and recorded Don’s CD in his home studio. Rick and Michele performed at the CD release party. He was also an extraordinary artist. His paintings of the Hudson River and and the surrounding mountains were incredibly detailed and stunningly beautiful. (I dreamed of owning one someday.) He was so good that he was routinely featured in art galleries. Last fall, he and Michelle sang in the event that Don organized, the one highlighting the artists that Don was championing. Within a few weeks after that event, he was in the hospital with a rare form of pneumonia – one we’d never heard of – and on a ventilator. When Don first heard this news, which was being kept very quiet, he spoke to Michele. There was a real sense that he’d pull through it. That was in September. He never came home. Four months later – two days ago – he died. We really thought he would pull through. Don is devastated, as is the entire music community here, as well as so many others who knew and loved him. Rick was a kind and extraordinarily talented man. May he rest in peace.
And now I’m sad again.
Stay safe.
Happy Monday.