Nora Johnson was an American novelist and a memoirist who wrote one of our all time favorite movies, The World of Henry Orient.The story is loosely based on her very New York City schooled at Brearley, lunched at Romanoffs life. With financial indulgences galore by luck and emotional limitations in abundance as a by product of a divorced home, she managed to balance a well integrated life. She had three marriages, several children and grandchildren and attained a great deal of success through her well received books. Her third, late in life relationship turned marriage came when she was 71 with a man who was 84. The net/net on their years together was best summed up by her. And I quote- He had said I was his last, loveliest adventure and he brought joy and magic to my life. He died when he was 91 and I was 78. Only then did I start to get old.”
Attached is a blog from April 27, 2016 – The World of Henry Orient.
APRIL 27, 2016 ~ AROSEBYANYOTHERNAME2016
The World of Henry Orient- our dream away movie starring Peter Sellers as an eccentric concert pianist and two young Brearley-esque ingenues who groupie their way around New York City. We had a crush on the entire movie. The friendship between Val and Gil served as the prototype for our best friendships and our shared tuna fish sandwiches with malteds stirred by pretzels. It was based on a book by Nora Johnson written in 1964. The movie directed by George Roy Hill also extrapolated the concept of infidelity.
We too had our own Henry Orient in high school. Mr. Schmoltze the Director of the all school musical was our Henry. The thread throughout illustrated how good friendships never go out of style. Stay in close touch with the friends that touch you deeply. Friendship and trust are synonymous. “We’ll always be bosom buddies, friends, sisters and pals. “I’ll always be Alice Toklas if you’ll be Gertrude Stein. Auntie Mame had her priorities in order at least when it came to the value she placed on her gal pals. I know cliche counters! Sometimes we call our friend just to hear her voice. There is a treasured certainty in knowing we haven’t thrown each other out after all the tales of woe we’ve shared. Our discussions so much cheaper than therapy. We paint a picture, create a collage or write a poem inserting a compilation of shared memories. We know we are the lucky ones who will never “Walk Alone.” Have a great Friday.