Coral Gables Historical Archive
The Coral Gables Times
Thursday, November 15, 1962, page 54 (of 64)
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It Takes Two to Make One Career
When Irving Stone wrote his 672-page best seller, "The Agony and the Ecstasy," his wife, as usual, was his editor, business manager, typist, and researcher Often the Stones are abroad getting WHEN YOU start out on your own, it takes two to make one good career. I don't believe in two careers in one family. I don't see enough of it working out-not two first-rate careers. My first eagerness to help my husband did not spring from special training in literature and the arts but from the desire that he should have more time for family life, for the children, and for relaxation. We live a kind of black and white existence. Between books we travel and do no work. When we are home, we are completely at home. We go out very little and work very hard. My husband is the hardest working man I ever met. He drives himself harder than any outside boss ever would. The most important thing in his life is the book. He is not really interested in articles or short stories-just the book. The book has always come first in our household. First he fits himself into the routine. Then I have to fit in, then the children-but first, last, and always, the book. When my daughter was little, she was confused that her daddy worked at home while other fathers went to an office. He also worked every day in the week and evenings, too. "You know, Mommy, I wish Daddy was a butcher. Then he would take Sundays off." I realized then that we would have to make some compromises, so we began by taking half of Sunday off, then all of Sunday. We would read quietly but also would do something with the children. When two people in a household are working, and so much of America has that situation now, they are fortunate if both can be working and both can be free at the same time, as we are. My husband's books are planned years in advance. So two years before he started work on "The Agony and the Ecstasy," I enrolled in Italian courses at the University of California. Then when we went to Italy, I was able to hire a staff, get the researchers who would help us, locate a house, and get it organized. Our first apartment in Florence was so beautiful. It had the most fantastic view of the city. I kept thinking, after we had leased it, how could I be so lucky? How could it be that no one has wanted this lovely apartment! The next day I learned why. There was little water pressure in the building. Water could not quite make it to the fifth floor. We had a lovely view of the Duomo and the Baptistry, but we lugged water for two months before we moved to the hills surrounding Florence. Keeping house in our villa in Fiesole was a real joy because it came completely staffed. The cook and the general maid called herself "the government of the house." She ran everything so that I was able to be at the University of Florence at eight o'clock in the morning and to work all day and all evening. We also had many, many guests who were studying in all parts of Italy. "The government of the house" never cared when our guests came or when they left or how man extra there were for dinner. We had been used to eating with the children at six. Now with Paula back at the University of California and Kenneth at school in Switzerland, we could work right on through to seven or eight or nine. IF WE HAD a half-hour free, we could walk over to the piazza, sit down and watch the traffic go by. We did not need formal dates in order to see people. The Italians live in the streets. Living at home within your four walls you tend to forget how nice it is to see people passing. Americans think that all of the Italians would like to come to the United States or all of the Italians would like to have a television set. It simply isn't so. My neighbors did not want a tv set of their own. Nor did they want to sit in a room and laugh by themselves. They wanted to go down to the little corner cafe where they could buy one coffee for 50 lire. High on the wall was a tv, and all the chairs were turned that way. They would sit with their neighbors and the passing traffic, and they 30 Suburbia Today, November 1962