Lester Atwell: A Fine Old Gentleman
Published: May 3rd, 2012
By: Shelly Reuben

Lester Atwell:  A fine old gentleman

When I first heard the name Lester Atwell, I was sure I knew it from somewhere, and that he had to be famous. I was wrong. I had gotten him confused with Hollywood’s Golden Age actor, Lionel Atwell.

Lester was much handsomer than the famous movie star, and never having thrown scandalous parties attended by underage nymphs, he was also much more of a gentleman.

I met him through my late husband, Charlie King. Both were members of their church’s confraternity. Since I was brought up Jewish, morphed into a happy-go-lucky Atheist, and married a Roman Catholic, I had no idea what a confraternity was. I still have no clue.

Charlie introduced me to his friend because I was nibbling around the edges of literature, and Lester was already a published author. Charlie, always my champion, had decided that Lester should give me a helping hand. So one fine night, I found myself sitting on a sofa in his living room, sipping tea, and marveling that a man so elegant and accomplished would be taking the time to help me.

He was doing it, of course, for Charlie. Anyone with a grain of sense loved my husband, and Lester had more sense than most.

When I think of Lester Atwell, what instantly comes to mind is Kelly green, because that was the color of the wall-to-wall carpet in his living room. The door moldings and windowsills were snow white, and the fireplace mantle was dark brown. It was a snug, delightful room dominated by sunshine, elegance, and bookshelves. On one of Lester’s bookshelves were first editions of his three books, rebound in hand-tooled leather.

The books were gorgeous, and I was delirious with envy and admiration. Everything about Lester inspired admiration. He was elegant, modest, slim, and so handsome that even in his 70s, he still could have played the love interest in a romantic film.

Lester’s trousers were always creased, his shoes were always shined, and I never saw him without a sports jacket, dress shirt, and tie. He often invited us to his house for dinner. Before, during, and after our meals, which he cooked himself, we discussed philosophy, politics, family, the future, and the arts.

We three were an odd grouping. Charlie, the fireman turned fire marshal turned arson consultant. Me, aspiring writer, ex-secretary, and Charlie’s business partner. And Lester, the man whose books were so celebrated that one had inspired a Broadway musical.

Lester was born in 1908. After a few false starts, he became what he was born to be. A writer. In the 1930s and 40s, his stories were published in all the major national magazines. When he turned 34, he was drafted, and went to war. Lester spent the next four years in the army.

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