I wrote this tribute to my dad three years ago. Since then, he turned 94 years old, my mother died, he finished a book he was writing, and he has begun a new one. Time to re-post!
“Life is a fatal adventure. It can only have one end. So why not make it as far-ranging and free as possible?” Alexander Eliot
90th birthday, with his grandchildren
When my dad was forty and I was four, he was awarded Guggenheim Fellowship, and we lived in Spain for a year. There he wrote Sight and Insight – on how to ‘see’ art (This has recently been reissued by BookPartners.) While he was there, he visited Delphi in Greece, and, along with my travel-loving mother, questioned why we should return to the hectic, stressful race of Manhattan magazine publishing when he could raise his family in Greece.
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