I met your mother at Meryl Streep’s Lifetime Achievement Gala at Lincoln Center. She was seated beside me, Alan Pakula’s wife at her side. They were beyond nice to me, and later, introduced me to Meryl at the supper gala that ensued. One of my life’s happiest nights. How I wish I could have met your father. His work is indelibly written in my heart and soul forever.
I talked to William Styron once on the phone after I read Darkness Visible. He has a place in my heart and always will. He was so giving and generous. I will never forget his kindness. I am a depressive as was my mother. He gave me hope. To hear that he continued to suffer from depression broke my heart.
doubtedly would have said to me "What kind of a father....." The answer is not a very good one. Yet she remained a very devoted and forgiving daughter and it wasn't always so easy for her. I can imagine her psycho-therapy bills. I am sympathetic. Still, he was a brilliant artist and this was a great read. Thank you Mrs. Beason!!
She did not say that. She said she liked to TRY to get his attention, which, if you read this memoir, she rarely could. Her mother's wealth was much greater than her father's, so while she was very fortunate, she didn't need her father's money. She had her mother's enthusiastic permission to write this memoir and I enjoyed it very much. memoirs are supposed to be honest and the truth can often be painful. My own father was born a few months before Mr. Styron and also served in the military,
conservative minded parents and religion in our lives. Some similarities but many more differences. Reading this memoir reenforced my gratitude for the parents that I had and the values that they held dear. Never once did I have to question their love and devotion. They set the best example and were the opposite of selfish. Her dad was a most brilliant novelist, having written 3 masterpieces. He was also a very selfish individual and they all paid dearly for it. Had my father known hers, he un-
I think that review is an exaggeration. After all, he wasn't physically abusive. It's her life and she had every right to write this memoir. If you don't want your offspring to write negatively about you, don't be such a selfish ass while they are raising themselves.
during WW2, though , unlike the author, my Dad did see a lot of action. My mother is the same age as her's and they also married the same year as her parents. I am the same age as Alexandra, only I am the youngest of 5, with the same age differences between my siblings and me. I also have only 1 brother and my father's great uncle served in the Civil War for the North, going in, not as a messenger boy like her ancestor, but as a bugler. I grew up in Brooklyn, in a lower-middle class family, with
The WSJ's book review said her book on her father read like a prosecutor's brief. Surprised she didn't call it "Daddy Dearest." I bet no one trusts her too much now, not her friends or family. Maybe she'll skewer them in a book some day too.
Remind me to never have a daughter. She benefited her whole life from her father's money, fame, and education and now tries to "sell" a book after he's dead, in which she trashes him and his reputation. He has no recourse, except to think of King Lear, as he must, how sharper than a serpent's tooth, to have an ungrateful daughter...
I met your mother at Meryl Streep’s Lifetime Achievement Gala at Lincoln Center. She was seated beside me, Alan Pakula’s wife at her side. They were beyond nice to me, and later, introduced me to Meryl at the supper gala that ensued. One of my life’s happiest nights. How I wish I could have met your father. His work is indelibly written in my heart and soul forever.
I talked to William Styron once on the phone after I read Darkness Visible. He has a place in my heart and always will.
He was so giving and generous. I will never forget his kindness.
I am a depressive as was my mother. He gave me hope.
To hear that he continued to suffer from depression broke my heart.
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doubtedly would have said to me "What kind of a father....." The answer is not a very good one. Yet she remained a very devoted and forgiving daughter and it wasn't always so easy for her. I can imagine her psycho-therapy bills. I am sympathetic. Still, he was a brilliant artist and this was a great read. Thank you Mrs. Beason!!
She did not say that. She said she liked to TRY to get his attention, which, if you read this memoir, she rarely could. Her mother's wealth was much greater than her father's, so while she was very fortunate, she didn't need her father's money. She had her mother's enthusiastic permission to write this memoir and I enjoyed it very much. memoirs are supposed to be honest and the truth can often be painful. My own father was born a few months before Mr. Styron and also served in the military,
A lovely interview. Apropos of nada, but what a gorgeous woman.
conservative minded parents and religion in our lives. Some similarities but many more differences. Reading this memoir reenforced my gratitude for the parents that I had and the values that they held dear. Never once did I have to question their love and devotion. They set the best example and were the opposite of selfish. Her dad was a most brilliant novelist, having written 3 masterpieces. He was also a very selfish individual and they all paid dearly for it. Had my father known hers, he un-
I think that review is an exaggeration. After all, he wasn't physically abusive. It's her life and she had every right to write this memoir. If you don't want your offspring to write negatively about you, don't be such a selfish ass while they are raising themselves.
during WW2, though , unlike the author, my Dad did see a lot of action. My mother is the same age as her's and they also married the same year as her parents. I am the same age as Alexandra, only I am the youngest of 5, with the same age differences between my siblings and me. I also have only 1 brother and my father's great uncle served in the Civil War for the North, going in, not as a messenger boy like her ancestor, but as a bugler. I grew up in Brooklyn, in a lower-middle class family, with
The WSJ's book review said her book on her father read like a prosecutor's brief. Surprised she didn't call it "Daddy Dearest." I bet no one trusts her too much now, not her friends or family. Maybe she'll skewer them in a book some day too.
She admits she liked to get her father's "attention" after time 2:25. Did he ever suspect she'd try to get it later, after he passed, at his expense?
Remind me to never have a daughter. She benefited her whole life from her father's money, fame, and education and now tries to "sell" a book after he's dead, in which she trashes him and his reputation. He has no recourse, except to think of King Lear, as he must, how sharper than a serpent's tooth, to have an ungrateful daughter...