The House on Moon Lake

Francesca Duranti shares, with us, her inspiration for her book – The House on Moon Lake.
I wanted to create a bizarre, paradoxical atmosphere, first by placing a character halfway between a dream and reality. To achieve this purpose, my protagonist, Fabrizio Garrone had to be born rich but impoverished, born talented but unable to use his talent, to fall in love, but be unable to enjoy his love story, born in sunny Italy, but sunk deeply in German literature, fascinated with a woman who takes him captive but horrified by her, too. And lastly, Moon Lake, so neat and tidy and pristine, became the setting for something horrible to happen. In short, I wanted to show the dark shadow behind things.
Francesca Duranti
When I got an assignment from a newspaper to interview Lee Krasner, the single thought in my head was that I was about to meet the widow of the great Jackson Pollock. Then I was warned that she would be “difficult,” which I took to mean “nasty”. But when I showed up at her house in East Hampton — the same small house she and Pollock had moved to in the 1940s — the woman I encountered there was anything but mean and hard. I had an overwhelming sense of a fiercely strong human being who had suffered a lot and come through: someone whose integrity, raw hunger for life, and blunt honesty were undimmed at age 72. I walked out of that first meeting on a high, thinking how fortunate Pollock was to have had her for his partner.
The late Helen Yglesias was 85-years-old when Delphinium published The Girls, her novel about four sisters, all of them over the age of eighty. The presiding theme of her delightful, light-hearted book is that old people don’t necessarily give up their passions and antagonisms. They see themselves as perhaps slowing down but never as old and obsolete.
Given that I grew up at my family’s hotel in the Catskills and THE RABBI IN THE ATTIC was my first published book, it’s not surprising that most of the stories are set there. Woodstock really did happen a few miles from my house. After our hotel was sold, I worked summers at a crazy insurance company processing reports about the accidents that befell the elderly Jewish guests (and young campers) who vacationed in the region. The insurance office was straight out of a Philip Roth novel or a play by David Mamet, but I wanted to look at what it was like to be a young woman in such a crazy, sexy environment. (The experience must have been universal; one of the two stories set at the insurance company, “Neversink,” won a Pushcart Prize.)
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