Reading Willa Cather at The Odeon

Reading Willa Cather at The Odeon

A few weeks ago, I took some days to prowl around the spas and cafes of Manhattan alone, with a book in hand, and on phone. I sat in The Odeon reading Willa Cather, amongst the newly marrieds who seem to plentifully lunch there after a civil ceremony at City Hall, and drank half a glass of white wine and thought about the last piece that Truman Capote wrote as a birthday gift to his best friend Joanne Carson, on a chance encounter with Willa Cather outside the New York Society Library, and the walk that the boy from the south and the writer from the plains took together, in the great swirling city hushed by snow.

xo Leigh

Willa Cather by Nicolai Fechin