[Free Epub] ⚕ The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life Through the Pages of a Lost Journal ♞ Renegades-bempflingen.de

A fascinating look back in time at a life, fully lived and deeply enjoyed, from nearly 100 years ago What makes this even poetic is the diary chronicling this young woman s adventures in life was found by a writer, and not only restored and expanded, but returned emotionally to its owner. I love that this journal was found in a dumpsteralmost gone forever, but found And that Lily Koppel found the owner of the diary, and returned it to her.I was intrigued by all the treasures that were found in the steamer trunks, and this journal added a voice to the other treasures.I loved the photos that were included in the book, and all the historical information on Manhattan.How wonderful for Florence, who had such a passion for literature in her school college years, to now have a story of her own, her story, almost forgotten and never told.Although I think I may have enjoyed it if told by her, in her own words.It wasnt an Oh My God, I cant put it down kind of book for me hence the 3 stars, not 4 or 5 But I did enjoy the peek into a privileged teen girl s life in Manhattan, in the late 20 s early 30 s, and the fact that this journal was reunited with its owner after so many years.I enjoyed meeting Lily Koppel about 2 weeks ago, and hearing the story of how she came to find the journal, and eventually Florence. [Free Epub] ⚖ The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life Through the Pages of a Lost Journal ⚉ For Than Half A Century, The Red Leather Diary Languished Inside A Steamer Trunk Rescued From A Dumpster On Manhattan S Upper West Side, It Found Its Way To Lily Koppel, A Young Writer, Who Opened Its Tarnished Brass Lock And Journeyed Into An Enthralling Past The Diary Painted A Breathtaking Portrait Of A Bygone New York Of Glamorous Nights At El Morocco And Elegant Teas At Schrafft S During The S And S And Of The Headstrong, Endearing Teenager Who Filled Its Pages With Her Hopes, Heartaches, And Vivid Recollections Intrigued, Koppel Followed Her Only Clue, A Frontispiece Inscription, To Its Now Ninety Year Old Owner, Florence Wolfson, And Was Enchanted As Florence, Reunited With Her Diary, Rediscovered A Lost Younger Self Burning With Artistic FervorJoining Intimate Interviews With Original Diary Entries, The Red Leather Diary Re Creates The Romance And Promise Of A Remarkable Era And Brings To Life The True Story Of A Daring, Precocious Young Dreamer Poorly written at times the narrative changed tense and narrator, and it wasn t clear why and frustrating I would have wanted to read the diary, not a fictionalized version of the diary. Subtitled Reclaiming a Life Through the Pages of a Lost JournalLily Koppel was a young age 22 writer working at the New York Times when she stumbled upon a dumpster filled with old steamer trunks Her curiosity piqued, she started scavenging and among the vintage clothing, handbags and general miscellanea she came across an old red leather diary, its cover cracked and peeling It had originally been given to Florence Wolfson for her 14th birthday Aug 11, 1929, and Florence dutifully wrote in it every day for the five years allowed on its pages The diary gave an intimate look at the life of a relatively privileged young lady in New York from 1919 to 1934 Florence attended the theater, opera, music concerts, had crushes and love affairs, read voraciously, studied hard, and was a keen observer of what was going on around her But the diary did than offer a fascinating glimpse into the past.As Lily read the young Florence s record of her hopes, dreams, experiences, heartbreaks and triumphs, she discovered something about herself The diary had come to Koppel at a time when she, like the teenaged Florence, was searching for her purpose in life, wondering if she was on the right path, at once eager and frightened to experience new things And then Koppel went searching for Florence and found her I was mesmerized from beginning to end. Here s the most interesting part of this book Lily Koppel was a gossip columnist for the New York Times when she found the red leather diary in a dumpster outside her building She decided to track down the owner, who miraculously was 90 years old and still alive.Here s the rest of the book The owner of the diary, Florence Wolfson, grew up among the Manhattan elite in the 20s and 30s For Florence, life was all about art, plays, music, literature, and sexual experimentation with both men and women She was self centered, moody, and melodramatic Florence grew up with virtually no parental guidance and no religious or moral conviction.It showed.I thought in the intervening 70 years that maybe Florence would have learned what life is really about Instead, when the diary was brought to her, she said she felt that rest of her life she had not been true to the real person she was the person from the diary. I enjoyed this book That being said, it was not great by any stretch It was almost as if the author just described and described things, but nothing ever actually happened And the things that did happen weren t really stories, just descriptions The concept was very neat, although I wish that images from the diary had been used i.e her hand written words story The format is where the author Lily Koppel would give an excerpt from the diary and then follow it with a long description that sometimes wasn t that interesting Maybe it is just a hard thing to do, to make someone s un connected thoughts and musings into a whole book I think it would have been better in first person also Now I sound like I didn t like it, but I did Just my observations A rare book that can be read over again A found diary reveals a fascinating world infused with art, love and literature A young journalist tracks down the woman whose 1930s world was hidden, locked away in a trunk for almost 75 years and then is brought to light Crystal clear prose shimmer in this debut biography memoir by Lily Koppel. At the end of chapter 13 So far this book is an inspiration of living life to its fullest Not because this teenager is necessarily wonderful than any other human being whose footsteps have fallen on this earth but because you can read it and look at it from afar, and touch its edges of life lived as if it s in a snow globe or behind a fog of time You read and you know that there is a 90 year old woman sitting beside you, fingers outstretched, touching the same edge as you are, stirring her own past inside herself She says she lives fully and passionately at 90 because of this reflection of self of the past, the present, and the future swimming together, holding hands, hearts beating in unison 90 year old Florence will tell you that there is no separate Me Yesterday, Me Today, Me Tomorrow There is only ME.The comments I wrote in the Chicks on Lit book club discussion after finishing the book in its entirety As I come away from the book with some time to reflect, I find I have some overwhelming thoughts Everything we read affects us differently depending on where we are in our lives I am in a transition Mourning the loss of a future I ll never have, swimming upstream through the nagging desire to make my future my own, and finally, being immobilized by the realization that decisions are terribly difficult with no black or white answers Florence, of course, affected me becuase she was in a transition, too what teenager isn t I don t think she would have married if she weren t pressured to do so, though I believe that she did love Nat Oh, what is love anyway Now that s a topic for another thread Flo wouldn t have done a damn thing to change her life if it weren t by force the force of her parents, the force of the war, the force of simple adulthood And as she looked back, a 90 year old woman reflecting upon her youth, she oozed a sense of loss with her words She said I m paraphrasing , Yes I had a good life, but never the life I d imagined At the end, I found myself questioning whether it s ok to live a life never imagined Can we feel satisfied, looking back from 90 years old, if our lives veered left, right, over, under I think not If we want satisfaction, we must embrace the unexpected, lay aside all plans, and swing as freely on our tethers as the wind allows only then may our aged selves sink into peace I look to Lily Koppel as well The image of her, standing in a pink flapper dress, the fusion of teenage Flo, crone Flo, and Lily herself beating as one heart inside one body Lily is us She is all of us A woman affected by an anonymous life scribbled on diary pages A woman in the midst of her own soul s path to peace Is she sitting at her desk, as I am, staring up at ceiling tiles Are you And you and you Are we women, as one, marching towards our future in the shadow of the adult Florence, aching to make our lives our own I hope so I hope we are moving forward, by inch and mile, hand in hand together, ready to take what comes I hope for myself, that the day when I come into my crone self, I can look back and say, Yes I had a good life, but never the life I d imagined And I loved every breath At first I thought it was the fact that I couldn t relate to Florence s life growing up that caused me to not like the book It s not that we grew up 60 years apart, that caused me to unrelate, it was her upper middle class, lower upper class upbringing, her lesbian trysts, her quest for love to complete her, that I couldn t relate too It all seemed unrealistic But then I realized I ve read other recounts of people s lives that I was unable to relate to, and enjoyed them After some thought I realized that it was the writing that drove me to dislike this book Up until the Chapter on Nat Howitt, I couldn t really follow the story, it was very disjointed and lacked fluidity I constantly found myself trying to figure out how old she was when such and such was happening It seemed just random bits carelessly strung together And, the author just seemed pompus maybe it was her picture Great conceptn, poor execution I had to force myself to finish this one, and had I not been reading it for a book club, wouldn t have bothered.