<p>uhhh . . . the novel - Hancock Park - sounds really lame, actually. Shame on Harvard.</p>
<p>Donna, you’re a Stilesian if you know the moose’s name.</p>
<p>I think I predate the Memorial Moose, or at least its naming. Giamatti was no longer Master when I started, and I graduated before he became Yale’s President. Mine was the era of Master Frei and Dean Atherton. I never got to know the Freis that well, but liked the Athertons a lot.</p>
<p>Marty Kaplan, the author’s dad, wrote a sweetly busting-his-buttons-with-pride article for this week’s Jewish Journal. [My</a> Daughter, the Best-Selling Novelist](<a href=“http://www.jewishjournal.com/marty_kaplan/article/my_daughter_the_best-selling_novelist_20090727/]My”>http://www.jewishjournal.com/marty_kaplan/article/my_daughter_the_best-selling_novelist_20090727/)</p>
<p>We were likely there at similar times because Hans was my master and I went to see Atherton in the hospital when he was yellow with hepatitis. No one knew Mrs. Frei that well. They let me go in their house to play their piano.</p>
<p>It makes me feel truly ancient to realize that the Athertons’ little daughter, whom I watched toddle around all those years, must be close to 40 by now.</p>