Pam Satran, the doyenne of the Montclair literati, launched a new book into the world this week. The ultimate middle-aged fairy tale, "Younger" is the story of a 44-year-old suburban divorcee who suddenly finds herself living the life of a 20-something Manhattanite. It's a lot of fun, and so was the way Satran celebrated: inviting 100 or so of her closest friends to a book party and serving a drink of her own invention: called, of course, the Younger.

The recipe is equal parts Raspberry Vodka and Limeade (frozen, reconstituted), with a splash of Chambord, shaken with ice and strained into a cocktail glass with a pink sugared rim. Middle-aged people who wish to continue acting and feeling middle-aged can do one part vodka to two parts limeade.

Satran also served pink-iced cupcakes and hand-passed hors d'oeuvres, which included diagonally-cut peanut butter-and-jelly quandrants. She signed books in pink ink. This is her third novel in three years and she has another coming next spring.

Despite the rumor that Satran went upstairs and penned two more novels during the party, while all the other writers in Montclair enjoyed the temporary illusion of youth and beauty, we don't really think that's true. We wouldn't put it past her, though, to have written an article for a women's magazine and organized an editors-writers softball game while we were in the bathroom.

July 3, 2005 in Parties We Crashed | Permalink