Saturday, October 24, 2015
Thursday, October 22, 2015
During my wonderful time in Italy I received the very sad news that my old friend Bob Leuci had died. Here is a link to his NYT obituary: http://mobile.nytimes.com/2015/10/14/nyregion/robert-leuci-75-who-exposed-graft-among-fellow-detectives-in-70s-dies.html?referer=https://www.google.com/
But obituaries neglect the personal stories of love and friendship, as of course they must. Here is one of those.
I met Bob in NYC in the 80s. He was quite famous, and a good friend of my first husband. As soon as we met, Bob and I found an easy rapport, a gentle teasing, a mutual admiration. That first night we went to Sammy's Romanian on the Lower East Side and drank vodka set in blocks of ice and veal chops the size of a dictionary. The night was long and riotous, and involved spontaneous singing and even dancing that continued in the streets.
Another night, Bob took us to a Russian nightclub in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn. No veal chops, but vodka and blintzes and more dancing, Bob pointing out Russian mobsters and regaling us with stories of crime.
A night with Bob back then always meant fun and stories of crimes and misdemeanors that made me shudder and laugh in equal measure.
Eventually that first marriage ended, and some friends took sides, as often happens. I was sad to lose Bob back then. But I moved to RI, got remarried, had kids. Imagine my surprise when I learned Bob, the most NY New Yorker, had also moved to RI.
When we were scheduled to do an event together one night in Providence, I confess I had a little trepidation. That first marriage was a lifetime ago. But would Bob feel that way too?
He did. He greeted me with a hug I still remember. In a few words, he placed the past where it belonged and even apologized for taking sides. A foolish thing to do, he said. And just like that he was back in my life.
One night he came to dinner and sat in my backyard, charming everyone. When I was asked to edit Providence Noir, Bob was the first person I asked to contribute. He was having some health problems, but still managed to write a knock out story in his inimitable style. Please read it if you haven't yet.
He was eager to help out with publicity for Providence Noir and joined in for the launch and other readings. Just a couple weeks ago, there was a reading at a library in Johnston, RI. I want to do this for you, Bob emailed me. I wrote back: yay! Can't wait to see you!
Uncharacteristically Bob was a no show that night. Days later I learned he died from complications of surgery.
One more story about my old friend: Bob had been teaching writing for years at the University of RI. A writer on the faculty there was apparently angry over a review I wrote of her memoir long ago, when I stil lived in NYC. For years I've been hearing about this, how stung she was and therefore did not care much for me. This bothered Bob deeply, more than it bothered me, I think. He told me he wanted her to know me and see how (his words) wonderful I was. He wanted me to teach there, or at least be involved in the summer writers conference they held, both of which had been blocked by this person apparently. Would you have lunch with her if I came? he asked me. Can we mend this? I told him I had no ill will toward her and would happily have lunch. If it's a bust, I told him, at least I get to spend time with you. That earned me a big hug. Sadly the lunch didn't happen. But Bob reminded me of what's important, what to let go of, what to keep.
How I wish we could have kept him a little longer.
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Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Monday, October 19, 2015
Here I firstname.lastname@example.org in one of my favorite cities, full of prosciutto and gelato, reading the fourth Elena Ferrante book. Oh how I love Italy!
The writers conference at Spannocchia was maybe the best one yet. We are hoping to return next fall. If you're at all interested in joining us, send me an email here to get on the list. There are some very exciting things already in the works for 2016.
Meanwhile, a slew of pictures. Sigh.
Posted by ann hood at 7:08 AM
Friday, October 9, 2015
The leaves outside my window are autumn yellow, and the air has that autumn chill I love. Only October 9, but I can already say it's been a hectic fall. Knitting Pearls and Providence Noir events. Teaching at three different places. Reading manuscripts for upcoming Italy workshop Revising revising my new novel, The Book That Matters Most. And that's just the work part of my autumn.
But today I woke, did my meditation (thank you Headspace app!), and realized I'm caught up! One class drawing to a close. Those manuscripts read. And tomorrow Annabelle and I board an Alitalia jet to Florence. Then we have a week under the Tuscan sun.
Appropriate to end this post quoting John Lennon, whose birthday is today. Imagine...
Posted by ann hood at 4:40 AM
Monday, October 5, 2015
Two library visits!
If you're on or near Cape Cod this morning, come see me at the Snow Library in Orleans at 10:30.
Rhode Islanders, please join me tonight at the Mohr Library in Johnston at 6, where Providence Noir contributors Taylor Polites, Tom Cobb, Bob Leuci and I will talk about all things noirish.
Thank you, Hurricane Joaquin, for staying away!
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