3/3/14: I wrote this a few years ago. My clunky writing style back then concealed rather than expressed my feelings. I’m not changing it, though. And no adult beverages today! I’m abstaining from absolutely everything til Easter.
Originally posted on John Manders' Blog:
That’s because today is different. The proprieties must be observed. Today seven years ago my beautiful, clever, witty, passionate, fun, inspiring agent—Harriet Kasak—lost her battle with cancer.
She was the iconic urbane sophisticate, living and working in Manhattan, the capital of Western Civilization. It was our practice whenever we met, once the business aspect of the meeting was finished, to have a martini. I like mine with gin, extremely dry (only enough vermouth to coat the glass) and 3 olives–served cold enough to freeze your lips. And so I’m enjoying one now as I write this post.
In the mid 1990’s, early in my illustration career, Harriet took my edgy, trying-too-hard-to-be-post-modern style and showed me how to make it accessible. She taught me how to draw little girls, which was/is difficult for me (yes, she showed me by drawing them herself). For one of my early titles—a history of eating utensils—she accompanied me to the Metropolitan Museum where I drew sketches of various species of forks, knives and spoons from ancient cultures. She found joy in the business of promoting her artists.