Finally, A Celebrity Memoir Worth Reading

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Her story is an interesting one, and is generally well written, sometimes even beautifully so. Her to learn more father was the great film director John Huston. Her mother Ricki, an ex-ballerina and his fourth wife, taught her to shine her own shoes and iron her shirts: Mum said you had to be able to do these things in case you grew up to be poor and Kim K tape couldnt have servants. Her childhood was spent mainly at St Clerans, the estate her father bought in Co. Galway, which she evokes with an artists eye its drawing- room, for instance, pale gold, gray, pink, and turquoise, with an 18th-century French chandelier, a Tang horse, and a large, incandescent Monet Water Lily, which he had won gambling at Deauville. Dad was often away in 1951, when Anjelica was born, he was making The African Queen but was still the dominant presence. She remembers him as taller and stronger and with a more beautiful voice than anybody and, as she noticed over breakfast in his bedroom, extremely well endowed. His eyes were brown and intelligent, like monkeys eyes, but when he got angry, they would turn red. He sounds rather like Noah Cross, the evil patriarch he played in Chinatown. He had a firm regard for artists, athletes, the titled, the very rich, and the very talented, so guests at St Clerans included Guinnesses, John Steinbeck, Peter OToole and Marlon Brando, as well as such girlfriends of Hustons as Min Hogg and Edna OBrien, who told Anjelica, Your father is a terrible man, a cruel, dangerous man. Her mother had affairs with Patrick Leigh Fermor and John Julius Norwich, by whom she had a daughter.
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