Reflections: A Memoir

About the Book

This funny, poignant and colorful memoir chronicles Davida Rosenblum’s many-faceted life through her riotously Hungarian relatives, her children, her marriage, her unexpected reunion with her first lover and her impetuous move late in life from New York City to a dilapidated Arts and Crafts bungalow on the North Shore of Massachusetts. Her honesty, humor and sensitive insights are among the delights of this absorbing book.

About the Author

Davida Rosenblum began chronicling her life in 1978 at the age of fifty-one and has continued to do so during her next thirty years. She has been (so far) a pianist and piano teacher, lieder and folksong singer, speech pathologist, college professor, playwright and published writer. These and other aspects of her life are sometimes humorously, sometimes touchingly and always sensitively described within the pages of this absorbing book. INTIMATE RELATIONS: A MEMOIR is about Ms Rosenblum’s colorful relatives, many riotously Hungarian; about her difficult, richly textured marriage to Ralph Rosenblum, the eminent film editor, director and Columbia University Professor of Film, and her first lover and later life partner, with whom she unexpectedly reconnected after Ralph’s death; and about her impulsive move at the age of 78 from New York City to a dilapidated 1928 Arts and Crafts bungalow on the North Shore of Massachusetts, where she currently nests. The first section, Relatives, was published in somewhat different form by The Dial Press, New York in 1979. Marshall Brickman, writer, actor, director and co-writer of “Annie Hall” had this to say about the original publication of RELATIVES: “….…Funny, touching, chilling, beautifully and honestly written; and with enough characters, situations and anecdotes to populate three novels or eight long-running musicals……..Fine, compassionate book”. Stuart Hample, playwright and illustrator, wrote about RELATIVES in 1979, “……..I admire most Davida Rosenblum’s bravery in taking a journey into her memory, where she sees everyone, including herself, naked under the harsh light of truth”.