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Letting the air in. 4:30 PM. Photo: Jeffrey Hirsch.
Thursday, August 1, 2013. Beautiful weather in New York. Temperatures in the high 80s but not humid. Breezy by the river.

It was Wednesday. I went to Michael’s to lunch with Norah Lawlor who has her own public relations firm, Lawlor Media Group. Norah is Canada born and bred. She is tall with a commanding presence but a steadfast humility about her. She got into the business, fresh out of university about the same time that I came back to New York from Los Angeles, about twenty years ago. In that time she’s built a strong business dealing in charity events, beauty, hospitality and retail. She’s a Capricorn. They keep busy.

Norah Lawlor.
Michael’s was its a-clattering Wednesday self.Herb Siegel was at his regular table 5 with his son Bill Siegel and another guest. Right next to him, Vartan Gregorian was lunching with the Ambassador to Afghanistan; next door was Gerry Byrne, Vice Chair of Penske Media with Maryann Halford, finance and digital media consultant; Simone Levinson was with our Deputy Mayor Patti Harris; CNBC’sRon Insana; Harold Holzer, Senior VP at the Metropolitan Museum, occupied Table One which looked liked a powwow of a working (delicious) lunch. Interiors-interiors, Steven Stolman of Scalamandre with Tristan Butterfield of Kohler. (Steven was featured in this past Friday’s HOUSE interview); tabloid impresario David Pecker with David Zinczenko publisher of his newly re-launched Men’s Fitness, along with Diane Clehane. Clehane’s lunches are interviews and she’s assiduous in getting her story which is published later in the afternoon on mediabistro.com. Next to them, Micky Ateyeh and guests. Nearby: Endeavor’s Ari Emanuel, brother of Rahm, the Mayor of Chicago, with David Zaslav, prez of the Discovery Channel; Chris Meigher of Quest with Lesley Stevens of LaForce and Stevens public relations. Moving around the room, Jack Kliger of TV Guide; Bobby Friedman the guy who had lunch with Leo DiCaprio a couple of weeks ago; the irrepressible Jason Binn, publisher of DuJour; Stu Zakim of Bridge Strategic (PR) with Mike Berman (bermanmeansbusiness.com); Diane Whiteley of Entertainment Weekly; Webster Stone, Nick Verbitsky of United Stations; Elizabeth Watson; Pamela Mohn; Tom Goodman of Goodman Media; Scott Marden; David Sanford and Lewis Stein who just married after 44 years together; Shane Glass of Hearst and dozens more who escaped my eye.

There’s nothing listed on the Social Calendar right now and so there’s time to read. I mentioned the “My Lunches with Orson; Conversations between Henry Jaglom and Orson Welles” edited by Peter Biskind.  I started it over the weekend, having read a taste of it in New York magazine a month ago. I love this book. It’s a great antidote to all the heavy stuff around us, and it’s two very smart men talking about their lives and their world.

I grew up hearing that Orson Welles was a genius, a boy wonder in the movie business. I didn’t know what that meant except my mother told me that back in the '30s he had a weekly show on the radio (The Mercury Theatre) that was very popular. One night he did a show depicting an invasion from Mars. It was so believable that millions of Americans listening in went into a panic that we’d been invaded by Martians.
That show made him a star with the popular audience. He was already a successful interpreter of Shakespeare and world famous for it, a true wunderkind. He made “Citizen Kane” in 1941 in 1941, a cinematic roman a clef inspired by the lives of William Randolph Hearst and Marion Davies. The film was controversial at the outset because Hearst was outraged and powerful. RKO, the studio distributing it, was also owned by the Rockefellers (who later sold it to Howard Hughes) and Hearst was powerful enough to make them nervous.

Welles was married more than once. His first or second wife was Rita Hayworth with whom he had a daughter Rebecca and whom he starred in his classic “The Lady From Shanghai.”

Little if any of this information is in the book. It’s a conversation, taped at lunch at Ma Maison, the popular restaurant in West Hollywood, in the early '80s. By this time the boy wonder was an aging man of great girth, whose careers was essentially known as “washed—up” in the lingo of the industry that once glorified him. So there is a subtext to this conversation. This is a man who has seen the heights and the lows and is, to use Stephen Sondheim’s ".... Still Here.”

Welles the man, despite his aging-ness and unraveled careers, retains a fresh and youthful, if somewhat edgey outlook on life. He covers so much territory and he’s so highly engaging because of his knowledge and his wit, and his vast scope of interests.

You get why he was a wunderkind, so sure of himself and yet so much the wiser, always willing to concede as if there is a possibility he might learn something more.

The two men discuss film, the industry, the stars but then that leads to the world, to travel, to legendary characters from our popular culture, historic figures, authors, artists, stars; sex of course – albeit briefly and quickly. It’s a mad dash of energy that pours out.
The Lady from Shanghai, 1947.
It was Henry Jaglom’s idea it was to tape Welles in conversation. There’s relationship there – older director/younger director discussing the business. Jaglom’s great esteem for Welles is palpable throughout, but he holds his own with this powerful personality and the respect is mutual. Nearly finished with the book, I realized that Jaglom was “directing” this all along, as if it were a filmed, and he sets it up to bring out his star, Orson Welles.

There’s insight, show biz tales told with a director’s eye for scene. There’s dishing the stars and producers and their dances with power, and international politics. You get the feeling that Welles could talk about anything and keep you riveted. He’s very very smart, and practically bursting with creative thinking. You don’t go for long before he punches up a laugh about someone or something, including himself.
Orson Welles and Henry Jaglom.
People who are students of film perhaps know this about him – an enormous personality that was part of this enormous talent that came out of the boy from Minnesota who became one of the most famous stars of classic theatre by the time he was 20. Knowing the man was regarded as brilliant that young age, Jaglom brings to us the mature man who is still young at his (late, for him) age, and charming, and amusing.

It is a “performance” with a deep subtext. The former wunderkind/star is saddled with the burden of those years of accumulation of excesses, and a career that ebbed practically to non-existence in a town where only one thing matters.

Anyone you know who loves the Turner Classic Movies library or any lovers of Shakespeare and the classics, or the politics of the mid-20th century when the world changed so dramatically into modern times – or anyone who is just in the mood to be entertained by a man who knows more than you do, or probably often thought so – will love this book. Taped thirty years ago, it’s as fresh as if it were made yesterday. Welles can’t resist being a know-it-all, spinner of truths and tales. It’s one of the things you like about him; and yet he demonstrates his own vulnerability throughout.
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