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by Michael Lindsay-Hogg

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Book jumps all over the place. Sometimes I wasn't sure who he was talking about, or what time frame. Author has a lot of sympathy for everyone in his life, but I didn't find any of them particularly engaging or interesting.

And the author seems to fixate on odd things when he talks about people he used to know. I tried to keep in mind, he's 70-some years old, maybe he doesn't realize how condescending and creepy he sounds. I didn't need a list of every woman he ever slept with. Or things they did in bed, and why. Or paternalistic descriptions of the bodies of young women.

His obsession with his own weight, as well as the weight of Orson Welles, was also creepy.

Pass this one up. ( )
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Amazon.com Product Description (ISBN 0307594688, Hardcover)

From acclaimed director Michael Lindsay-Hogg (The Normal Heart, The Beatles’ Let It Be, Brideshead Revisited, The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus, etc.), son of glamorous Warner’s movie star Geraldine Fitzgerald: a magical dreamscape memoir of his boyhood, coming-of-age, and making his way in the worlds of theater, film, and television.
 
Lindsay-Hogg’s father, an English baronet from a family whose money came from the China trade, lived in Ireland and was rarely seen by his son. The author’s stepfather was the scion of the Isidor Straus fortune, co-owner of R. H. Macy’s; Straus went down with the Titanic, and the author’s stepfather was, alas, fortune-less. 
 
The author's mother, Geraldine Fitzgerald, the redheaded Irish seductress who won instant acclaim as Bette Davis’s best friend in Dark Victory and in William Wyler’s Wuthering Heights, spent time with Hollywood’s elite—Laurence Olivier, Charles Chaplin, and Orson Welles, with whom she worked in New York at the Mercury Theater and in other productions.
 
Lindsay-Hogg writes of how he wented his way into this exotic, mysterious, and seductive world, encountering as a small boy the likes of Marion Davies and William Randolph Hearst, playing hide-and-seek with Olivia de Havilland, serving drinks to Humphrey Bogart, discussing life with Henry Miller.   
 
At the book’s center, an offhand comment made to Lindsay-Hogg by his mother, when he was sixteen, about talk circulating (false, she claimed) that she had had a romantic relationship with Orson Welles (Fitzgerald and Welles had lived together at his home in Beverly Hills) and that Welles, rumor had it, was Michael’s father (“It’s not true,” she said. “You know how people put two and two together and get three . . .”).  
 
That was the end of the conversation. (“It’s time for bed . . . You have school in the morning . . .” she said.) For Lindsay-Hogg, it opened up a whole new realm of his life. He was forever changed by the knowing—of not knowing.
 
Interwoven throughout his narrative is the element of questioning who his father was. Was he the patron saint of American pictures, the legendary genius of the twentieth century, Orson Welles, a consistently inconsistent person in Michael’s life . . . or was he the man who considered himself Michael’s real father? What did his “father” know? What did Welles know? And what did his mother know to be true (she had brought the author up to believe that she always told the truth)? And when would she tell her son what the truth was . . . 
 
As Lindsay-Hogg struggled to make sense of it all, questions of missed chances, conversations never had, questions of what is withheld and what is true took root, dogging him, shaping his life . . . questions still, that haunt and inform this moving, deft, and illuminating memoir.

(retrieved from Amazon Mon, 30 Sep 2013 13:17:32 -0400)

From acclaimed director Michael Lindsay-Hogg, son of glamorous Warner's movie star Geraldine Fitzgerald: a dreamscape memoir of his boyhood, coming-of-age, and making his way in the worlds of theater, film, and television. Lindsay-Hogg's father, an English baronet, lived in Ireland and was rarely seen. His mother, Geraldine Fitzgerald, the redheaded Irish seductress who won acclaim in Dark Victory and Wuthering Heights, spent time with Hollywood's elite--Laurence Olivier, Charles Chaplin, and Orson Welles. Lindsay-Hogg writes of his childhood in this exotic, seductive world, playing hide-and-seek with Olivia de Havilland, serving drinks to Humphrey Bogart, discussing life with Henry Miller. Then, when he was sixteen, an offhand comment by his mother, about rumors that she had had a relationship with Orson Welles and that Welles was Michael's father, opened up a whole new realm of his life. Did the legendary genius, a consistently inconsistent person in Michael's life, consider himself Michael's real father? What was the real truth?--From publisher description.… (more)

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