Author On the Bookcase: Marjorie Hart, author of Summer at Tiffany
Do you remember the best summer of your life?
Marjorie Hart's book, Summer at Tiffany, is a charming and fun memoir about Marjorie's summer of 1945, working at Tiffany & Co in New York City. She and her roommate would become the first women to work on the sales floor at Tiffany & Co. How excitingI I would love to work there -- jewels galore! Marjorie chats about her amazing summer and how amazing about book clubs are (we know that!) Welcome, Marjorie, to On the Bookcase.
If I'd known how amazing Book Clubs were, I would have started one fifty years ago. Now I'm finding out what I've missed. Consider the surprise one night when I knocked on the door for my first invitation. A lovely hostess met me with a chilled stemmed glass, "Here's your Vodka Daiquiri--with a twist," she smiled, with squeals of laughter from the girls inside! She had lifted a page from Summer at Tiffany--a night club scene in '45 when I'd tried to fit into Cafe Society. What an opening into the book club world!
Girls--age 18-80--have welcomed me in a dozen ways: dressing in The Forties, lunching on egg-salad sandwiches, wearing their favorite pieces of jewelry (ropes of pearls, bracelets to the elbow), decorating doors like Tiffany packages or playing their favorite Judy Garland CD's. Particularly heartwarming was the time book club members brought WWII photos of their husbands, fathers, grandfathers in uniform, or aunts who were nurses with those perky white caps. Many girls arrive dressed in Tiffany Blue, and so do I (you should see my closet!), the room awash in the trademark blue, while I bask in the conviviality of the group.
Whatever the format of the book club--and don't forget guys, too, who often belong--I love the Q&A and the stories that are shared. Books are, after all, a mode of transportation, carrying us to another time or place. And what better place to recall than that very first trip to New York City, whether it was this year or in 1945, enjoying the hottest entertainment on Broadway or seeing Frank Sinatra at the Paramount, escaping the summer heat in a penthouse pool or in a Jantzen bathing suit at Jones Beach, shopping for a designer bag at Bergdorf's or a Dior ensemble at Bonwit Teller, meeting a date in Greenwich Village or that bar at the Astor Hotel. But always at 57th street and 5th Ave, you can find the revolving door under the Atlas Clock at Tiffany's. The same landmark, the same magic, whatever the year.
Memories and stories pour from members before the book club hour is over. I ask, "Are your writing your story?" With everyone so busy, compelling stories can be forgotten. Whether it's for family, friends or publication, I plead for everyone to leave a legacy of their writing. You never know what may happen!
I hope that we may meet at your book club--it's always a privilege--in person or by speaker phone.
Book Clubs are special! Thanks so much, Marjorie.
Do you remember your best summer? Please comment and you might win a large pink "diamond" key chain and a copy of Marjorie's, Summer at Tiffany.