![]() ![]() ![]() Isherwood and Lehmann made a striking pair-two gay British expatriates of distinctly opposite types. Lehmann, then the Woolfs’ assistant, had persuaded them to publish Isherwood’s novel The Memorial. They first met in the early 1930s, in the damp Bloomsbury office of Virginia and Leonard Woolf’s Hogarth Press. He and Lehmann had been friends for almost forty years. It was just before Thanksgiving 1970.Ĭhristopher Isherwood had summoned him. Over Lehmann’s left shoulder the gray glint of the Pacific Ocean shimmered in the mist. Far off, a mirror image in the steep face of the opposite canyon. Hard top twisting below, a little house with a peaked Tudor roof almost hidden among the green of eucalyptus, live oak and pines, flat boxy roofs, down down down a cascade of curves and rectangles like a Cezanne landscape. The room offered an extravagant, improbable view. Here at the north end of Santa Monica it was still possible to believe in the wildness and innocence of California. ![]() Entering the living room gave an uncanny feeling of going outdoors-the small house was bright and expansive, even on a misty November morning. Twenty feet below the road a small modern house nestled in the hillside. The wooden gate snapped shut behind him, and John Lehmann descended the steps carved into the canyon wall. Start with the Fact That He Was Homosexual ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. Archives
January 2023
Categories |