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But being here, its hard to be sad.
Theres so many people!
The journal, which had operated out of his home, moved downtown two years later.
And now Plimptons widow, Sarah, was planning to put their multistory apartment on the market.
Talese still attends theParis Reviews fundraising Revels in its new offices.
Hes registered a little change in clothes, but everything else is pretty much the same always good-looking women.
As for Plimpton, he was known to tell guests, Bring a pretty girl.
Morgan Entrekin, Grove Atlantics longtime publisher, was less blase about times passage.
After they moved out of here, it evolved out of my age group and set.
George himself was just an amazing, amazing person.
Coming to a Plimpton party was a rite of passage for aspiring writers, she said.
Like the Plimpton apartment, which expanded over the decades, the party did evolve with the times.
Before my day it was pretty raunchy, said Sarah Plimpton, who became Georges second wife in 1991.
I think weve cleaned it up a lot.
(Plimpton died, but the party went ahead, featuring both.)
Ive wasted my time and here we are.
After Plimptons death, his managing editor, Brigid Hughes, succeeded him under the title executive editor.
But then, according to a recent article by A.N.
Hughes wasnt at the party, though she was invited.
Lorin Stein was not.
Goodale was laid-back about the departure.
Lorin couldnt stay there forever, he said.
So he was a real gentleman to resign and save us all a lot of stress.
But was Stein an outlier or merely the inheritor of an outmoded mid-century culture?
I think its the times, said Goodale.
The whole approach to this sort of thing has changed; the law has changed.
The past, meanwhile, grows hazier by the moment.
I cant remember any egregious misbehavior in the old days, said Entrekin.
But my wife says Im not very aware sometimes.
I guess youd have to ask people who were there, particularly the women.
As the party sauntered past its official 9 p.m. end-time, several women gathered in the kitchen.
It was very much about an ensemble effort.
But her first task, at the age of 26, was to organize a party in Plimptons absence.
He called and said, Listen, kiddo, Im stranded in Ohio.
you’re able to host, right?
I said, Absolutely not.
Kurt Vonnegut walks in, Norman Mailer, Philip Roth, and theyre all like, Wheres George?
I said, Ohio.
Twenty-six years younger than Plimpton, shed lived a few doors down from him for years before they met.
And now, three decades and thousands of parties later, shes moving out.
I told my kids her twin 25-year-old daughters with Plimpton Id keep the apartment until they were launched.
Id been dreaming, before I met George, of living in Santa Fe.
Now, 35 years later, Im making it; Im moving to Santa Fe.
Im so tired, she said.
Its been such a long night.
