New York Literary News

[This post comes from the Winter Dorothy Parker Society Newsletter]
Dorothy Parker American Gin

ginThe best news we’ve heard in a long time:  Dorothy Parker American Gin is now on the market! We are thrilled to learn about the brand-new distillery in Brooklyn that is bottling the sweet juices of Juniper. The New York Distilling Company gave us a private tour, learn about it  here. We will be having some special events at their fantastic distillery this year, so watch for the news. Dorothy Parker American Gin is available now in the New York City area.

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House Update Grim
Last month we told you about the failed letter writing campaign to save one of Dorothy Parker’s childhood homes. While the situation is dire, the building isn’t demolished yet. You can read the full account here. If you did write a letter or email, we thank you. If were lazy and did not, congratulate yourself for being a slacker.

Garden State Wait

We are waiting on New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie to quit fighting with Newt Gingrich and Sarah Palin, and tell us what we really care about: Is Dorothy Parker in the state’s Hall of Fame, or not? The announcement is due any day now. The induction ceremony will be June 3 in Newark. Keep your fingers crossed.

Algonquin Doors Locked
The Algonquin Hotel is closed for renovations until May. There is a major construction project going on inside. We will have a full report in February from the hotel general manager. We hope to learn more about the exciting updates at our favorite place. Don’t worry, the Round Table and Matilda will be back… until then, we won’t have any Round Table walking tours scheduled.

Dorothy Parker’s Upper West Side Walking Tour
Saturday, March 24, 12:00 p.m.

Meet at Riverside Park, West 72nd Street and Riverside Drive (at Eleanor Roosevelt)
Walk is led by Kevin C. Fitzpatrick, author of A Journey into Dorothy Parker’s New York and president of the Dorothy Parker Society. See more than a dozen locations tied to Mrs. Parker’s life: her residences from childhood to adulthood, her haunts, school and landmarks. Take a stroll through the beautiful Upper West Side and see where Dorothy Parker spent her formative years. The walk is two hours in length, and covers approximately 25 blocks. Wear comfortable shoes. The walk is open to the public, tickets are $20 each (or free if you live in one of Mrs. Parker’s former apartments and will let us inside for a look), no charge for kids or dogs. Email your RSVP here.

Edna Ferber Honors

Edna Ferber U.S. Postage Stamp


Congratulations to Edna Ferber for being tapped for the New York State Writers Hall of Fame, an honor that Dorothy Parker earned last year. This is a fantastic honor bestowed by the New York Center for the Book. Read about it  here.

Poem of the Month

We don’t see this one printed too much, but it was included in a famous 1935 anthology of current American writing that also featured Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Dos Passos and E.B. White called The Great American Parade. Dorothy Parker wrote this for Life and published it on April 9, 1925. Eighty-seven years later, the DPS brings it to you. This one is from Dorothy Parker Complete Poems. You can find the book here.

Biographies
By Dorothy Parker

1
Now this is the story of Lucy Brown,
A glittering jewel in virtue’s crown.
From earliest youth, she aspired to please.
She never fell down and dirtied her knees;
She put all her pennies in savings banks;
She never omitted her “please” and “thanks”;
She swallowed her spinach without a squawk;
And patiently listened to Teacher’s talk;
She thoughtfully stepped over worms and ants;
And earnestly watered the potted plants;
She didn’t dismember expensive toys;
And never would play with the little boys.

And when to young womanhood Lucy came
Her mode of behavior was just the same.
She always was safe in her home at dark;
And never went riding around the park;
She wouldn’t put powder upon her nose;
And petticoats sheltered her spotless hose;
She knew how to market and mend and sweep;
By quarter-past ten, she was sound asleep;
In presence of elders, she held her tongue—
The way that they did when the world was young.
And people remarked, in benign accord,
“You’ll see that she gathers her just reward.”
Observe, their predictions were more than fair.
She married an affluent millionaire
So gallant and handsome and wise and gay,
And rated in Bradstreet at Double A.
And she lived with him happily all her life,
And she made him a perfectly elegant wife.

2
Now Marigold Jones, from her babyhood,
Was bad as the model Miss Brown was good.
She stuck out her tongue at her grieving nurse;
She frequently rifled her Grandma’s purse;
She banged on the table and broke the plates;
She jeered at the passing inebriates;
And tore all her dresses and ripped her socks;
And shattered the windows with fair-sized rocks;
The words on the fences she’d memorize;
She blackened her dear little brother’s eyes;
And cut off her sister’s abundant curls;
And never would play with the little girls.

And when she grew up—as is hardly strange—
Her manner of life underwent no change
But faithfully followed her childhood plan.
And once there was talk of a married man!
She sauntered in public in draperies
Affording no secrecy to her knees;
She constantly uttered what was not true;
She flirted and petted, or what have you;
And tendered advice by her kind Mamma,
Her answer, I shudder to state, was “Blah!”
And people remarked, in sepulchral tones,
“You’ll see what becomes of Marigold Jones.”
Observe, their predictions where more than fair.
She married an affluent millionaire
So gallant and handsome and wise and gay,
And rated in Bradstreet at Double A.
And she lived with him happily all her life,
And made him a perfectly elegant wife.


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