Tuesday, November 06, 2012

The Suitcase Opera Project Nov 8, 9, 10 Chicago



Event

THE SUITCASE OPERA PROJECT In Workshop
Chicago Opera Vanguard and the City of Chicago's Department of Cultural
 Affairs and Special Events 
present a workshop presentation of

A new opera
THE SUITCASE OPERA PROJECT
Music by Eric Reda
Libretto by David Kodeski

Thursday, November 8 at 7:30PM
Friday, November 9 at 7:30PM
Saturday, November 10 at 7:30PM

On stage of the Jay Pritzker Pavilion in Millennium Park
201 East Randolph Street, Chicago, IL 60601

"People tell me in 10 years I will be in the gutter.  I'm almost looking
 forward to the prospect," Jimmy writes to his friend Howard in 1948.
 Jimmy is eighteen, gay, dishonorably discharged from the Marines
, and living in New York.  Documenting his artist's life, Jimmy cruises 
the bars and streets, parties with his friends Gore Vidal, Anais Nin, and
 Truman Capote, while rhapsodizing on art, love, and sexuality.  Sixty years 
later, monologist David Kodeski wins a "curious box of letters" in an 
online auction and discovers Jimmy's lost world.

THE SUITCASE OPERA PROJECT, a new non-fiction opera by
 David Kodeski and composer Eric Reda, excavates Jimmy's
 49 letters, revealing a history of post-Kinsey /pre-Stonewall
 queer America and creating a moving portrait of a hungry, young soul.

For more information,visit www.chicagovanguard.org.


















BUY TICKETS Here


Location

Jay Pritzker Pavilion in Millennium Park(View)
201 East Randolph Street
Chicago, IL 60601
United States

Monday, October 29, 2012

Suitcase Project Update: Nov 8, 9, 10 Chicago

In an earlier post we spoke about a Chicago Reader article  Yours Jimmy .

Written 60 years ago and rediscovered on eBay, a young gay
man·s personal letters become fodder for a new opera..and includes letters from
Anais....


After we wrote about the opera (which is being done here in Chicago on November 8, 9th and 10th) and which we will write more about in a later blog nearer the date.


we received this nice email from David Kodeski about the two letters from Nin that were in the suitcase.

Hi Moira - 

Yes, absolutely- feel free to share the letters. I got to sit down with Judith Malina in March and she told me that Anais and Jimmy were quite close - and I would bet that Anais' mothering instinct was in full force when she was writing those two letters to Jimmy in the late forties - she seemed unhappy that he was in the Marines. That it wasn't a good place for him- 

Their relationship continued for years and years as I understand it. 

Anything that any of the Nin scholars can uncover regarding Jimmy would be terrific - he was apparently one of those people who really promoted others - who essentially became an artist by being the support of and doing promotion for artists ... interesting guy that left this planet too early.






Friday, October 26, 2012

Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller, at the end

A brief but important audio interview with Barbara Kraft Kraft  can be can be found in this short but significant piece on Kraft and  her double whammy of friendships with two literary lion (& lioness!) lovers! from Which Way LA! 

Kraft's most recent book is Anais Nin: The Last Days, available from Amazon and published by Sky Blue Press.

For the record, despite the unattractive nature of URL's (and you thought that they were mountains in the steppes of central Asia!) here is the actual URL for the Which Way LA piece, for posterity and
to always be able to easily click on it.

http://blogs.kcrw.com/whichwayla/2012/03/anais-nin-and-henry-miller-at-the-end/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=anais-nin-and-henry-miller-at-the-end:http://blogs.kcrw.com/whichwayla/2012/03/anais-nin-and-henry-miller-at-the-end/?utm_source=rss


Thanks again to Steven Reigns, who produced the celebration of Anais@105 at the Hammer Museum.
for sending this on.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Books, Borges, and The Beginners/

Thanks to Steven Reigns for sending on these charming shots from The Beginners. What a keen eye!
Here they are in sequence. Paradise!


Beginners (2010) - IMDb

www.imdb.com/title/tt1532503/
 Rating: 7.2/10 - 32761 votes
A young man is rocked by two announcements from his elderly father: that he has terminal cancer, and that he has a young male lover.
Directed by Mike MillsStarring Ewan McGregorChristopher Plummer.






“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.” 
                                                                       ― Jorge Luis Borges




Sunday, September 09, 2012

Barbara Kraft's Memoir on Anais Nin: Sky Blue Press

Recently in posting information on Barbara Kraft's memoir Last Days, we realized that any readers who want more information on their storied connection should visit the following "official Anais Nin blog"  hosted on Sky Blue Press's web site, the publishers of Kraft's book.  Our little blog exists, solely to update info and it must be self evident, that it's done really in the form of a letter to a friend. We  wrote about Barbara Kraft because we had admired the author and knowing our love of her book, Steven Reigns who was at a reading, helpfully sent the write ups and also his photos which I forgot to even acknowledge.

So check out the book if you haven't bought it yet, and write a review on Amazon. If you purchase Last Days  on Amazon when you write your review you will be  credited with having actually bought the book. Alas, that won't happen if you purchase it from Sky Blue Press  However, we never wish an author not to reap financial profit, so if you aren't the type to write a review, buy your copy from Sky Blue Press! We are quite sure that  if you buy from the publisher, that you will buy a second copy to write a fan note on amazon. We made the decision on starting this site in 1995, to not promote books we felt didn't honor Nin. Since the author we assiduously avoided mentioning when our site was started has appeared on the pages of the aforementioned blog this notion now seems somewhat quaint. Particularly since we never then mentioned  Nin's first biography by  award winning biographer   Noël Riley Fitch   ( ask her publishers to make it available on a Kindle here)  I thought of this omission with much regret again when I saw Riley's thoughtful appraisal of Kraft's memoir and feel I must mention it, and drop the royal "we" of this letter to Nin friends.

As Donne wrote:

More than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls, for thus friends absent speak.









Friday, August 24, 2012

Barbara Kraft Alias Books East Reading August 19th 2012

ANAIS NIN: THE LAST DAYS
A MEMOIR
BY BARBARA KRAFT
Published as an e-Book by Sky Blue Press
Los Angeles, CA.    “I have chosen to reveal the intimacies of Anaïs Nin’s last days as I witnessed them so that the story of her death is not lost. Everything comes back in the mind’s eye. Everything comes back in the crucible of the heart. She remains in my psyche all these years later as the most refined and rarified human being I have ever encountered.”
Thus begins Barbara Kraft’s memoir, Anaïs Nin: The Last Days. With her sometimes loving and sometimes raw prose, Kraft has captured the humanity, mortality, and essence of one of the twentieth century’s most celebrated and yet mysterious literary figures.
Anaïs Nin, noted for her diaries and erotica, was at the height of her fame when she took on Barbara Kraft as a writing student.  Quickly, the two became intimate friends at the moment when both would encounter tragedy: Nin’s terminal cancer and Kraft’s impending difficult divorce.  The circumstances created an environment of interdependency: Nin, despite her failing health, supported Kraft’s writing and life decisions, and Kraft became a devoted and untiring part of Nin’s support system during her last two years of life.
As Noel Riley Fitch, author of Anaïs:The Erotic Life of Anaïs Nin, writes of Kraft’s book: “An intimate and beautiful portrayal of the final years and painful death of Anaïs Nin … This compelling memoir is honest, critical, and full of perceptive insights into the relationships between Nin and her men.”Of all the young women I’ve worked with you are the one most like me,” Nin told Kraft as she lay dying.”
Kraft describes her initial meeting with Nin in February 1974, writing that Nin was poetry embodied and seemed to ‘glide’ over the rose-colored carpet of her Silver Lake home ‘like a swan skimming the surface of still waters.’ And in December of that year she begins what was to become a chronicle of Nin’s terrible two-year battle with cancer.
Because of the overwhelming reality of cancer, Anaïs Nin was stripped down to her bare essence, which Kraft captures expertly. She poignantly records not only Nin’s stubborn grip on life, but also the heroic efforts that Rupert Pole, Nin’s West Coast lover, made to shield her from the inevitable pain, agony, and humiliation associated with the disease. It is a monumental tribute to not only those fighting for their lives, but also the forgotten ones—the caregivers.
The very personal events in this book will resonate with anyone who has gone through terminal disease or knows someone who has. So, like Nin herself, the raw reality of Anaïs Nin: The Last Days becomes symbolic, mythical, and universally inspirational.
Anaïs Nin: The Last Days  is currently available on  Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Anais-Nin-Last-memoir-ebook/dp/B0066DJNT4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1325620566&sr=8-1 and on Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/105317 and Google Books. It is also available directly from iPad (through the iTunes store), Nook, the Sony Reader, as well as other Kindle-friendly devises such as the iPhone and is available through nearly every credible device worldwide.
A former reporter for Time, Washington Post, People, USA Today, and Architectural Digest, Barbara Kraft is author of The Restless Spirit: Journal of a Gemini, with a preface by Anaïs Nin.  Kraft’s work has appeared in Hudson Review, Michigan Quarterly, and Columbia Magazine, and among the many radio programs she has hosted and produced is Transforming OC, a two-part KCRW documentary on the 2006 opening of the Renee and Henry Segerstrom Concert Hall in Costa Mesa. Kraft lives and writes in Los Angeles, California. Visit her website:
www.bkraftpr.com; contact: Barbara@bkraftpr.com


A friend just posted us about this reading of Barbara Kraft's amazing memoir Anais Nin: The Last Days last weekend.

Barbara Kraft reading Anais Nin: The Last Days at Alias Books East

ALIAS BOOKS EAST READING– Sunday, August 19, 2012 at 5 p.m.
BARBARA KRAFT READS FROM HER MEMOIR ON ANAIS NIN
With her sometimes loving and sometimes raw prose, Barbara Kraft captures the humanity and essence of one of the twentieth century’s most celebrated literary figures, as she reads from her memoir Anais Nin: The Last Days.
Alias Books East, 3163 Glendale Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90039
323.661.9000; www.aliasbookseast.com


Thursday, July 19, 2012

Eric Lloyd Wright http://www.elwright.net


Eric Lloyd Wright
Eric Lloyd Wright is an American architect and the grandson of the famed Frank Lloyd Wright. Wright was born in Los Angeles on November 9, 1929 to Helen Taggart and Lloyd Wright, a landscape architect ... Wikipedia
Born1929
ParentsHelen Taggart WrightLloyd Wright

Web Site for Eric Lloyd Wright http://www.elwright.net
Thanks to Suzanne Graeber who alerted us to her interview with Eric Lloyd Wright, who designed Anais Nin's House of Light in Silverlake. Eric Lloyd Wright was Rupert Pole's half -brother. His web site can be found at http://www.elwright.net/. When this home was written up a few years ago by the LA Times, our site provided
the writer of the piece with our copy of an Architectural Record which had pictures of this beautiful home
and mesmerizing copy by Barbara Kraft. We knew her name was familiar when friends raved about her recent memoir (published by Sky Blue Press but everyone I talk to wish it was available in a printed edition) but
until I began reading this amazing memoir, I didn't connect the writer of the earlier piece with the Architectural Record Here is information from an earlier entry in our blog


You can read about this storied home in a 1984 copy of Architectural Record that has a beautiful spread of photos as well as an article by Barbara Kraft,on the history of Anais's House of Light.


The home also appeared in a 1999 Architectural Record, Houses of the Century issue, Rupert and Anais's home was chosen as one of the houses of the "sixties" although only a small photo and a little drawing of Anais appeared (about a half page) 


Suzanne mentions her meeting with Eric Lloyd Wright in this Memory  

An e-mail from a Flower Child In Hollywood: Bookstore of Anais Nin, Rupert Pole and the Wrights

To hear the interview with Eric Lloyd Wright (bear with about five minutes of introduction) please go to:this direct mp3 link. Or you can go to:Producer's Choice Awards http://www.artistfirst.com, click his name to listen

Thank you Suzanne!

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Barbara Kraft's Memoir

Barbara Kraft "a former journalist for Time magazine and contributor to USA Today, The Washington Post, the Los Angeles Times, the Los Angeles Daily News, LA Weekly, People, Architectural Digest and Angeles, is a seasoned writer intimately conversant with the needs of the media. Barbara Kraft is also an independent radio producer and writer"  Kraft has written a memoir of Anais Nin: The Last Days available on the Kindle through Amazon.com. It already has a five star rating from reviewers. Normally, one is wary of any book that receives all five stars as generally it means the book has been reviewed mostly by friends of the author, however in this case one can see it is a book that is a stellar masterpiece, and as one friend just wrote,  OMG  what a memoir. The Last Days A book that will not disappoint Nin afficianados (afficianadi! to be hyper correct) of all stripes and types. Published by Skyblue Press a preface an excerpt of the memoir appeared in the 8th Volume of A Cafe in Space: The Anais Nin Literary Journal. Please remember, that you do not need a Kindle to read this e-book. The OMG what a memoir! friend that emailed us about the memoir downloaded it and read it on her computer. Anais is blessed to have this last  bright blessing from a seasoned writer and devoted friend.
How lovely that Anais who blessed so many young with her compassionate friendship through correspondence with her gift for "furrawn" the Welsh word that means "the kind of talk that leads to  intimacy" experienced this precious healing with Kraft in her last days. This book deserves even more reviews to show up in Amazon's rankings for Memoir so for all the followers our our blog, please download and share your thoughts today!

We are reminded of Auden's elegy on WB Yeats

In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.


Saturday, April 28, 2012

Anais Nin' Magic Circle Weekend April 28 , 1972



(may have a very irritating ad from Bing preceding  Kool and the Gang)

Today is the 40th Anniversary of the Celebration Weekend with Anais Nin
at Rye New York.

Valerie Harms, was the editor of the Celebration Book and graciously allowed our site to
make it available on our web site as copies of the original became rarer and rarer to find.


To find a print edition of the book, check out ABE.com depending on
the condition you can find an original from $8.00 to $55.00


We are linking to Anais's words on the Magic Circles Weekend as well as posting it in entirety below

CHAPTER FIFTEENANAÏS NIN: THE MAGIC CIRCLES WEEKEND
And, finally, words from Anais Nin, whose person was the beginning, center, and end-purpose of this book as well as of this Celebration confirming the infinite circular motions of life.
The drive with Beatrice Harris to Rye; Beatrice who has such a deft sense of direction even while we talk of subtle subjects. We want to redefine the much distorted use of narcissism and ego. The isolation which strikes the neurotic at the first shock of destructive experience is not narcissism. It is not a willful isolation and has nothing to do with self-love. It is a withdrawal to rescue what is left of a shattered self. In the same way, self-development and a quest for self awareness and identity are not ego trips.
We talk about our lives, our friends, but it is always to find the meaning of our lives, our friendships. She has that rare mixture of sensuous presence with intelligence and insight which add luminosity and vibrancy to all she does and says.
The house at Rye with its stately beauty reminded me of the house of "The Wanderer," of Alain Fournier, of times when people had a sense of living space.
The garden was peaceful and led down to Long Island Sound. It is a home, I thought, in which we arrive as guests, and Adele and Valerie standing in the entrance hall to receive us, makes it seem like the hospitality of friends. They were offering champagne, and the fairytale clothes of Sas Colby were displayed on mannequins, setting a mood of color and fantasy.
We are distributed to our rooms by Mr. Hewitt who acts as if he were personally interested in our comfort. I can see the Sound from my window. I can feel the presence of the trees.
Adele Aldridge has placed on my bed a gift of her book illustrating the I Ching. A beautiful book with bold and vivid designs, each one a different mood, emotionally appealing. Her work reminded me of the medieval expression "Illuminated manuscript", a lost art, but this was an illuminated manuscript, giving the words of the I Ching a face.
Eyes of Adele see more than other eyes, she sees dreams as clearly as others see the trees and sound.
As I came downstairs I see the faces which will later become the faces of those I was corresponding with, whose inner face I knew, and it was my turn to seek the faces of the letters as others seek the face of the Diaries, to discover the physical presence of my letter writers. Some were friends already: Daisy Aldan with her ever youthful voice and laughter, Evelyn Hinz with her deep dark eyes which convey ad the depth and thoughtfulness of her being, Jeffery Mundy with his airy grace and elusive words, Frances Steloff, with her candid blue eyes and white hair glowing like a pearl.
Others whose letters had such vivid accents of distress and solitude: Bebe Herring, tall and beautiful, all eyes too, and Lex Crocker, with his open, warm face and eloquent silences. His letters were moving and deep with feeling.
Bebe Herring gave me the Welsh word, furrawn, which means "talk that leads to intimacy." It had inspired all my lectures this year.
Elaine Marks, stood out in my mind as sitting on the front row when Anna Balakian read her essay on my work, nodding her head in approval of Anna's dazzling study.
Trew Bennett, who had written me such spontaneous and confiding letters about her work and her inner journey, now stood before me as beautiful as her letters, whole, with perfect features, so open and tinged with a sadness which never turned to anger or bitterness. The sadness cast her features in a firm, well-balanced beauty. She bears the mark of sorrowing without distortion; it is a mark of courage, of complete sincerity. Her pottery is strong and rich in color.
Jeffery delights in juggling words, in mystifying, in eluding finite meaning. He and his brother seem like two aspects of the same being, both handsome, Jeffery more tenuous, more vaporous, James more grounded, more present, not so prone to take flights in space.
Nadine is silent, but in her silences, conveys thoughtfulness, inner activity, and one is curious to know her world, but I knew it would take
time, and the weekend was so full and rich it did not allow me to stay with any one person long enough. I was making a super-human effort of memory, to fuse the person standing before me with the letters received, to reconstruct the exchange that I want to renew and continue. I do not know why I feel that recognizing others, hearing them, sensing them, is so important to life. Too many of us pass in anonymity, invisible, unheard, and I wanted so much to receive all of them. I feel like a gardener concerned with the thirst of flowers, the leaf in danger of withering, the fruit torn off the tree by the wind.
Human beings appear vulnerable, and with great needs. My antennae were spinning furiously to catch all the messages and leave none unheard, but there were so many that I am sure I failed. I read their eyes, I notice when Evelyn sits alone and wonder if she feels isolated, has not found a friend yet. I want to hear every word and receive every message.
Our first evening in the library, when I wanted so much to know them, and they talked about the effect of my work, I felt wistful. The role of the writer forces her to speak for others, and I wanted to hear their voices. I had to accept that my diary was theirs, that they found themselves in it, their voice, and that they were speaking through my work, making revelations about themselves.
I am moved by the response to my work, the statements made as to its significance at crucial moments of their lives. I wanted them to introduce themselves, and what they told me was of their encounter with my work, and its impact, so I have to speak about their revealing themselves to me through my words, and my being their voice.
Happenings begin. The walls are covered with paintings. I notice some large blue sea and sky paintings. I notice masks of iron, abstract and very modern. The face and the cage-like mask interplay, part face, part mask. The sculptor Suzanne Benton is there and later she will talk about the masks while we try them on and see ourselves transformed. The hand printed books are in a glass cabinet, and we will talk about them later.
Valerie effaced herself. She was attentive to the flow and continuity, and to the forming of links. She was protective and receptive, asking nothing for herself, running through her slides too quickly for us to seize the intention of her book, a study of the fears which hamper women artists.
At times the whole weekend appeared like a ballet. Everyone brought charms, skills, richness, and we moved about discovering each other, we discovered each other's struggles, evolutions, achievements. We touched, contacted. But I could not select one and go off for a walk, or select two and talk all night; I had a more difficult task which was to respond to all. With all my passion for knowing others, I sought in the few moments given us to perceive a whole life, a whole person. I talked with Trew Bennett, with Lex Crocker, with Bebe, with William Claire, with Georgiana Peacher who is designing and writing a beautiful book, with Helen Bidwell, with Lele Stephens, and others.
The next morning (I was the only one whose body refused to stay up all night) I was up early, at six a.m. I saw Trew sitting out by the water's edge, writing, and I wanted to go out and talk with her, but I had manuscripts to read, Jeffery's poetry, Bebe Herring's novel, poems.
As I came down the curved stairway Bebe was sitting in a nook, in the sun drenched stairs, with her large questioning eyes. We talked about her novel, her struggle to fuse fiction and non-fiction. She was dressed in a long flower-colored dress, she seemed like part of the garden, a nymph.
During the talk in the library on women's liberation, Beatrice brought her skill at balancing contradictory and extreme generalizations. She restored symmetry and harmony in ideas carelessly incomplete.
It was then that Larry Sheehan spoke movingly and humanly. He said that it was concern for his daughter's future which made him open to the efforts of women to change women's status. He became aware that his daughter might live in a better world. It was a human and humble and touching concept.
Frances Steloff sat gazing at a yellow daisy, her white hair luminous, holding her eyes down, looking into the heart of the flower while telling her story of courage and audacity.
She told the whole story of the birth of the Gotham Book Mart, with a capital of $100. She came away with a new awareness of the importance of the Gotham Book Mart in the literary history of America. Every story we told during the weekend ended with: "We took our work to the Gotham Book Mart and Frances Steloff agreed to sell it."
William Claire told the story of "Voyages," that of a man occupied by a full time job, writing poetry on yellow pads during interminable conferences, and persisting in publishing only what he liked. He had the courage to turn down a bad poem by a famous poet, something very few editors are capable of.
Color and playfulness were given by Sas Colby. We all tried on her capes, skirts, masks, but when we sat in the garden they came to a life of their own when she put them on, with her pixie face and blond hair, acting out a semidance, skits of her own making, brief airy lines, humorous and in harmony with her clothes.
Anna Balakian read a penetrating essay on my work. By way of symbolism and surrealism, she developed the genesis of the work and its ultimate significance. She opened the very heart of the work. Everyone gasped and begged for a copy. I was close to tears at her understanding and evaluation.
The evolutions of friendships, of exchanges, of communication through one's work, were warm and continuous. Everyone was writing; I found manuscripts at my door, poems and letters on my bed. The happenings were necessary to our knowledge of each other's work, but after that was done, we could have lived together for many weekends and not exhausted all we had to say to each other. Most of them (as I had before the Diarieswere published) had suffered from isolation and loneliness. This was a banquet. I love the French expression "liante", which means connecting as the branches of the ivy do. In French they say she is "liante" or not "liante". "Liante", Lana, a beautiful word. It could have been the keyword of the weekend. An atmosphere was created by Valerie and Adele and Larry, of faith and appreciation and encouragement and response. I felt joyful that my work had made the links, and that I could lie back and enjoy the miracle. They were writing, they were walking together, talking together, they were exchanging books, they were living and I could rest as after giving birth. I was being thanked. But I did not want to rest. I wanted to talk at length with everyone, to read all the writing. I couldn't. My body could not. At midnight I was asleep. The life current was strong. It belongs to them now. There was in me a wistful relinquishing dictated by the body, but the receptivity never ceases, as if I were responsible for sustaining the life force. I could sleep. I felt I was inside of my Diaries, enclosing new friends, new faces.
There was another beautiful young woman who had come to me at Green Bay in tears. Moira Collins. She is here, clear eyed, graceful.
I was reminded of my envy of the life of George Sand, when distances by carriage were so great from Paris to country homes that friends visited for long periods. They wrote books, put on plays, worked all day but gathered in the evenings, and I thought how wonderful then to have such long deep days with others when modern life makes our meetings brief and fleeting and travel disperses us.
Here we just had time to begin friendships, to give each other courage. They gave me courage. I was moved when Joan Anacreon stood up during one of the dinners and read with great emotion of a poem saying YES YES YES.
I may have been the catalyst, but the radiations of the circle extended far, and each circle gained momentum from the contributions of others. Jeffery shed light and charm, Nadine read her music-filled novel, Beatrice clarified tangled thoughts, and left confirmed of her own desire to write.
I came away convinced I had found a way to sustain life and creation, and this selection of people proved it; it was filled with talent, skills, beauty.
Everything I ever gave was returned to me. We gave birth to each other.




Saturday, April 21, 2012

"To come across warblers in early May is to forget time and death" Theodore Roethke


Gunther Stuhlmann was Anais Nin's formidable editor. I was more a fan of his introductions to the diaries that the content he so brilliantly framed.. We have just heard of his wife Barbara Ward Stuhlman's death. Born in early May 1940 in Maine she met her husband in New York and was his partner in their author's agent agency. If any reader of the blog can find the titles of the two well received novels she wrote
we would be most grateful.


We  didn't know Mrs. Stuhlmann  but forwarded inquiries that came to us from time to time through our mailing address during the early days of the web and we always appreciated her correspondence.  Today, one is able to contact the Anais Nin Trust directly although until her death she was the author's representative.

This lovely tribute by Robin Litchfield is found on Ute Korner: Literary Agent, S.L. The tribute appears below. but the lovelier version can be viewed here


This information on Barbara Ward Stuhlmann is from Find A GraveMemorial






Birth: May 4, 1940
Presque Isle
Aroostook County
Maine, USA
Death: Feb. 10, 2012
Berkshire County
Massachusetts, USA

Barbara Stuhlmann 1940 - 2012 Barbara W. Stuhlmann, nee Barbara A Ward, passed away peacefully Friday, Feb. 10, 1012, in her sleep after a long battle with cancer. She was predeceased by her husband, Gunther Stuhlmann of Berlin and Rugen, Germany, who from the age of 16 managed to avoid induction into both the Hitler Youth and German Army. At the war's end, he emigrated to England and then to the U.S. Barbara was born in Presque Isle, Maine, on May 4, 1940, of Anglo/Irish heritage. During school holidays in the summer she picked potatoes. She later graduated from the University of Maine with a degree in English Literature, and moved to Manhattan in the 1962, where she secured a job with the Times of London. She settled in Greenwich Village and had two novels published which were favorably reviewed in the New York City papers and trade journals. She married Gunther and with him acted as authors agents for clients including Anais Nin, Otto Rank, Richard Powers and Thomas M. Coffey among others. In the early 70's, the Stuhlmanns moved to the Berkshires and operated the agency from Massachusetts, while they cleared their land and actively participated in the building of their home. Barbara went back to her country roots and was active with flowers and vegetable gardens, bird watching and star gazing. Recently, she had taken an interest as a spectator in Sports Car Club of America motor racing at Lime Rock Park, Conn. There she got to shake hands with Paul Newman, one of the drivers, once a girlhood idol of hers. She will be sorely missed. FUNERAL NOTICE: Services will be scheduled in the Spring at the convenience of Mother Nature.






Friday, April 13, 2012

Anais Nin: An Understanding of Her Art

"The author found in Nin a kindred soul. Both women were poets. They became friends, two Pisces artists who agreed that style depends on vision and technique. In her Preface, Holt says this book is "neither adulation nor scholarly criticism, but an honest attempt to understand Anais Nin and her work" 


Mary Anne Raphael in an Amazon review of the first edition of Rochelle Lynn Holt's book: Anais Nin : An Understanding of her art.


Since this book now sells on Amazon for $121.00 the1997 book was re-published and re-edited in 2010.


The updated version was available through http://www.scars.tv but their ordering link for the book does not go directly to the on-line ordering for the book but to Lulu's marketplace and so we have provided a direct link to ordering the book on Lulu as a courtesy and reprinted the scars.tv info below. Alas, although the initial ISBN number works and links to Amazon, this second edition's ISBN number does not work.


Anais Nin: an Understanding of her Art is a book by Rochelle Holt that was originally released in 1997 (which sold out). The book has been further edited by Rochelle Holt, and re-leased from Scars Publications in 2010 (without the index from the original book, but with a new chapter) and is now available for  on-line orders.

Below on this page is material from the 1997 book release from Rochelle Holt, but you can now order the reprinted version of Anais Nin: an Understanding of her Art right now on line directly through the printer.

And a thank you to Rochelle for sending on a copy of this updated version.The added chapter, Cafe From Inner Through Outer Space is a very helpful guide to all things Anais.