Zelda by Nancy Milford7/5/2023 ![]() ![]() There was no noise allowed– no talking, and there were no phones, so that wasn’t a problem. ![]() It was an old, funky space filled with used bankers’ desks and flimsy partitions. Laurie Colwin’s husband, Juris Jurijevics, brought me into the Writers Room in 1987, at the corner where we used to say, Waverly meets Waverly. ![]() Also, Nancy hung out a lot in the smokers’ room - yes there was a smokers’ room! - into which I did not venture. This was a time before cell phones and the internet. ![]() Can you imagine? She loved to gossip, and here I was, a gossip columnist working sort of on a novel. Vincent Millay but she was a terrible procrastinator. She was supposed to be working on her biography of Edna St. Nancy had already famously published her biography of Zelda Fitzgerald when I met her. She was such a bright light with an uncommon sense of humor and wisdom, I will never forget her. Nancy and I really were very close friends in the late 80s and early 90s at the Writers Room on Waverly Place, and even though friendships change, they never end. It is with deep sorrow that I have to say goodbye to Nancy Milford, my friend, the great writer and presence in the New York literary world. ![]()
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