95-year-old artist who loved the city finds ‘paradise’ in the country

Jules Feiffer, a highly decorated cartoonist, illustrator, author, playwright and screenwriter, left New York City 27 years ago. But to Feiffer and those who know him, it’s a move that still feels as likely an occurrence as the pigeons departing St. Mark’s Square.

Being a New Yorker was a key part of his identity. “I never thought I could live out of the city or, for that matter, out of the Upper West Side,” said Feiffer, whose book “Amazing Grapes,” a graphic novel for young readers, was published last month. “I walked everywhere. If I had an appointment downtown, I would leave an hour early so I could walk there. I adored it all.”

But here he is now, at 95, in a high-ceilinged, 5,000-square-foot, ranch-style house in a sparsely populated town outside Albany, N.Y.

“You come up the driveway and you see a majestic, beautiful lake and countryside. You think you’re in Bavaria,” said Feiffer, who moved upstate from Shelter Island with his wife, JZ Holden, a writer, in 2022. “Where we are now is beyond what I’m used to seeing.”

“The book I’m working on, called ‘My License to Fail,’ is 350 pages, with big drawings because I have acute macular degeneration so I have to work big to see what I’m doing,” he added. “It’s my way of paying back for all this beauty. We’re living in paradise.”

Living in paradise but also working in paradise.

In Feiffer’s studio, there’s space not just for necessities, such as his drawing table, but also such conveniences as a refrigerator, sink and stove.

The walls of the studio are covered with the work of people Feiffer loves and admires. There is, for example, a portrait of his dog Lily, now deceased, but brought to vivid life by Holden. “Jules seems to feel that I captured her essence,” she said.

Nearby is a page from the Al Capp/Raeburn Van Buren comic strip “Abbie an’ Slats,” a stalwart of newspaper funny pages from the late 1930s to the early ‘70s.

When director Mike Nichols, a Feiffer pal, rejected the poster that artist James McMullan, another Feiffer pal, conjured for the 1988 Lincoln Center Theater production of “Waiting for Godot,” McMullan had it privately printed. One copy, McMullan’s wedding gift to Feiffer and Holden, is on display.

Casting an eye over it all: a reproduction of the Maltese Falcon. Years ago, playwright Herb Gardner bundled the ebony bird in newspaper and left it outside Feiffer’s door on West End Avenue. “It always annoyed Herb that I didn’t guess that it came from him,” Feiffer said.

“I look at the falcon every day, and I think of Herb every day,” he went on. “There are some people I think of every day. Herb is one, Mike Nichols is another. They remain an essential part of my life.”

Concerns about their own mortality fueled the couple’s decision to move upstate from their once beloved Long Island. Not long after their marriage in 2016, they bought a shingle-style saltbox with a deck on Shelter Island. Granted, the house was so small that Feiffer’s drawing table was wedged in near the front door, but the property was beautiful, the light was beautiful and Feiffer savored the proximity to friends such as writer Robert Caro and his wife. And work was going well.

He continued to write even as he was diagnosed with chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, hearing loss, heart failure and macular degeneration, although he was still able to work and be productive. But in 2022, he had an emergency heart treatment, and Holden, now 72, “also became very ill from something that a neighbor down the block had, and then another neighbor,” said Feiffer. “Shelter Island had lost its charm, and the signs were that if we stayed much longer we’d be dead.”

Still, Long Island had been a haven during a difficult time. In 1986, Feiffer won a Pulitzer for his editorial cartoons in the Village Voice. A decade later, the alternative weekly cut his salary so sharply that Feiffer viewed it as a firing.

To the rescue, his friend, journalist-essayist Roger Rosenblatt, who was starting a writing program at what is now Stony Brook Southampton, and recruited Feiffer to teach a class. He rented a series of houses until he and Holden bought the Shelter Island house.

At 2,000 square feet, it was significantly smaller than the couple’s new house, which Feiffer describes as cavernous. “The interior feels like a couple of acres,” he said.

Holden was somewhat less enthusiastic about the color scheme they’d inherited: lime green ceilings and bright yellow walls. “I can live with how it is and work around it,” she said gamely. “Repainting would have been a major deal.”

“But,” she added, “there comes a moment when you really want to put your stamp on your home. You want it to be yours however the vision manifests itself.”

The pastels were done by Holden on a trip to Mexico many years ago. “Everything was in bloom and I was inspired by the colors,” she said.

In addition to the couple’s furniture from Shelter Island and other past residences, including some sofas and side chairs and rugs, a linen press and a pair of faux Tiffany lamps, have been nicely integrated into the space.

Feiffer will tell you that changing addresses is like being presented with a blank page. “I keep starting from scratch. It’s like I didn’t exist until I got into the new place. Moving to this house has been no different.”