Alisa
The summer of 1967. I took a photo in the garden at 1106 Summit Drive, home of the Benedict Canyon in Los Angeles.
My three-year-old sister, Tara, matched my father’s back with his hand and kneeling white trousers and a sailor undershirt. My mother is coveting with a watermelon pink house dress and a beribboned beehive.
At this moment, everything is perfect. Joan Collins of joan Collins from the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts has finished his game.
But this is a lie.
A year later, everything will end. My dad will be living in an office near Doheny Drive, with Charlotte Ford, the heiress of the car. My mother, along with record producer Ron Kass, is thinking of moving back to England.
When I reviewed the story of my childhood story, I saw the culprit is an ogre called “performing arts.” It brings my helpless father and my mother back and forth between the United States and Britain: Broadway, Hollywood and the West End. My parents are enslaved by the monster’s request. This leaves them insecure, but rather puts them in an unstable state, requiring the agent’s call at the next big show – the only thing and forgetting between them.
As a child, I can feel their insecurity and know their focus is elsewhere, not on me.
My parents arrived in Hollywood in the mid-1960s. The huge wholesale sexy corsets success of my father from Broadway, the roar of paint – the smell of the crowd, fresh.
This is my mother’s second visit to Tinseltown. Her first, in the fifties, was always happy to give up. She caught the golden boy’s heart and she was pregnant with Marlon Brando, Harry Belafounte and Warren Beatty.
This time, she was joined to Tony Newley, the man at this time. She is a wife and mother, her role is not exactly the same, but she worked hard.
Her husband is just as incredible as him. Everyone wants one such action. And a lot of things to turn. Performance is just one of his talents. He can toss song standards like old-fashioned carnations.
Like everyone else, my mother fell madly in love with him. However, unlike others, she must live with him day after day. He was withdrawn. He is stinging He is a depression. But worst of all, he is openly unfaithful.
Now, he will be neatly labeled as a sex addict. He relied on the humorous promise of a star or clown that allowed him to run through the show. He is alive to twist.
He honestly treated my mother’s appetite for the young girl and said he would change, but she still married him.
They became the same day Brangelina. Only Burton and Taylor catch up with them.
The first time they met in London, the background showed “Stop the World – I Want to Get Off,” my father’s first groundbreaking musical. That night, my mother was on Robert Wagner’s arm, and R.J’s (Wagner’s nickname) heart must have been heavy because he soon realized that Newry was designing his appointment.
Who will not? She is the overall packaging: sexy, beautiful, bright, a shy of her charm.
Just as my dad was seducing every beautiful woman he happened to meet, he immediately advised them to go to dinner. In Alvaro’s, a puddle of water shows for Western stars and the hip behind them, he launched a full-blown charisma that squeezed RJ’s arm in a fraternal friendship, His eyes deeply into sacrificial girl.
Humor is the weapon he uses to relieve all resistance so the temptation to work can begin to be serious. I’m convinced that R.J. enjoys himself and never laughed until it did not matter. My mother knew that she kissed my father gently and found something irreparable.
After his movie doctor Dolittle (now considered classic), failed in the first version, did not make a movie, he did a song and dance show in Las Vegas. The mob ran past Caesars Palace. After a hugely successful engagement, the upstairs boys asked me what my father wanted to do as a gift. “The Chocolate Brown E-Jaguar will be fine,” he replied offended. On the closing night, roll off the left side of the stage and come with a spanking new E-shaped Jag, as the chocolate was tied with a big red ribbon.
To my horror, he sold it to Tony Curtis a week later, complaining: “Turning too tight, life is too tight to adapt to him.
My mother did not understand his helpless morbid pain. Her extreme complexity made her feel lost and lonely in her marriage. Like him, she has no intermediate environment and has no common sense in understanding the flaws.
They live in big houses, but they rarely live together. My father would rather fix his study in the garage, where he could make noodles with songs, dream about dreams, pop up his pills and inhale his paint. My mother has her gay friends and they are always on long nights.
She is rarely sick and rarely tired. He is a committed napper and stress disorder. She was always outside the door, trying to lure him out, but he just shook his head: “You go, bloom. Have a good time. Remember … … start a trend now!
She started straightforwardly: high-knee boots, bracelets and earrings, zip-style bun. She is a comet, a whirlwind, an It Girl. He really did not know, or even vaguely, admired everything he had done to her.
They’ve been arguing about their careers, and she rightly thinks she sacrificed for her. Her best friends, such as Natalie Wood and Dary Cannon, ex-wife of Cary Grant, were at home sitting in 20th Century Fox makeup Chair.
Resentment Until they reach a stupid compromise: she will find another creative way out in the interior. He laughed and said she could do it at home.
Their house at the Summit Center has been completely remodeled, just as where a few of her friends were. Soon after she had a dizzying party at the summit, Natalie Wood could be featured on any one night, with her intoxicating brown eyes and sweet smile, Rat Pack members Peter Lawford; Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward in-depth conversations with Sammy Davis Jr; former press secretary John F. Kennedy with Salinger and Billy and Audrey Wild. One night, I fell in the sink, sinking. My mother screamed and the party froze. My father came to rescue. He jumped up and splashed out to save me.
Back to the pool, I spit, began to bark. My mother pours brandy into Paul Newman’s arms.
For my father’s 37th birthday, September 1968, it was extremely sexy, really great, almost great, and everything that was once great was done with due diligence.
She said that Barbara Stallone took the microphone and said: “Tony is important to me,” she said. “Let me tell you how much … Newleee … People who need Newleee … are the luckiest people in the world.
My mother’s tentacles shuddered; her eyes quickly magnified her wife. She later parses the moment in the memoir “Imperfect”: “As she sang, Tony looked at her and made my feminine instinct begin.” He had slept with her – and I’m sure he had. ”
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Drugs have become the key to my father’s optimism and optimism. He used them to comfort himself after promises he’d broken with Sandy Dennis’s movie “Dolittle and Sweet November.”
He decided to create his own movie. His debut debut plan: Has Heironymus Merkin once forgot Mercy Humppe and discover true happiness? (Or, do not overly say, ‘How can I stop appetite after an underage girl becomes a suitable family man?’)
This is evidence of the unscrupulous sin in his sexual life, a holy confusion.
Several actresses spread the part of Polybeitang until the producer craftily said, “Why is not Joan?” So my mother read the script faithfully, and God bless her, disgusted. Under the name of Alexis Carrington, she would cut off the body of her father and save her wounds with vinegar. It’s been 20 years since I invented the super-bitch without captivity.
By the winter of 1968, the Newley family conducted pre-production in London. Heironymus was released in 1969 as the first and last wide-angle X-rated movie.
The response was encouraging, as my father had filtered in private for some friends in advance – for example, it was taken by Roman Polanski. But critics have killed it: Newry is nothing more than a self-indulgent pretender and liar. My father was destroyed. He thinks he has given everything.
We have restarted Summit Drive’s life, but the situation is different. My father is withdrawing more and more. My mother is distressed and desperate. She now realizes that her marriage is a dirty joke.
For the sake of their children, they will always be together – a collective shout of so many causes of failure – but this is just a contractual performance before filthy divorce. Neither of them can change.
She may have become unclear to him; perhaps his poor mom, and whenever he went wrong, he would, in turn, always be there when he came home. However, she has always been a fool willing to take the time to love, it is time to wake up. She knew Tony had no future and she’d better do it on her own.
By autumn 1969, when I was under four, Ron Kass was on a regular visit to the house and my dad is working full-time now.
Later, my father admitted to me that on the eve of Christmas that year, he parked outside the 1106 street. He peeped into a window. There, we were mottled by the soft light of the tree, lifting and shaking our present. My mom laughed happily as my dad looked at my mother through foggy glass. He turned around through the shiny ferns, leaving a layer of shrinking breath on the windowpane, symbolizing his care.
A few days after my fourth birthday, when I heard him at the door of the study, I was pushing my toy toy onto the patio and calling me inside. Mummy and Tara are already sitting there. Dad pushed me next to Tara and sat next to Mommy, both of them holding their hands.
“Mom, I have something to tell you, it’s not easy, we’ve been thinking about it, we love you more, not everything in the world, and what we’re doing has nothing to do with you. The truth is mom and dad do not know how We live together, we play too much, we do not like fighting, we want you to know how much we love you, but we can not get together in the same house.
“Mom and dad are divorcing, which means we will live in different houses, but we will still be your mum and dad.We will be forever.You understand?
Tara nodded, try not to cry. I suck my thumb and say, ‘Can I go back and play now?
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I do not remember moving to London to go to my mother’s apartment in Admiralty. The size of this apartment is about 1106 maids’ houses. When my mom first met him in Los Angeles, Ron Kass was working for MGM Records. When we moved to London, he set the highest of two albums at Apple Records. He wanted to marry Joan Collins.
My mother boycotted and would rather not force another of our fathers after the divorce trauma, but she agreed to move in his luxurious Georgian townhouse on Mayfair South Street. My mother quickly helped him rearrange it into a party,
Psychedelic basement lined with like the tent of Maharaja’s crepe fabric, covered with the Beatles souvenir.
Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr came here, but I do not remember John Lennon and George Harrison when my mother beat the Beatles When Lennon met Lenox in the production office of the band, he flirted with her forever, admitting he was “craping” in his room.
At her last concert, she was in a storm, standing on the roof of No 3 Savile Row, unaware that it was not just the end of an era, but the end of Ron’s active career. However, during his time with Apple, Ron gave us an impregnable base in London, and my mother built her luxurious life around her.
One day, we all went to Ringo Starr in Hampstead. There are fireworks because it’s Guy Fawkes’s night. Ringo told me that he spent his time in the garden burning fireworks around the ring, back to the house, on the fire.
Weekends we go to Jackie’s Jackie (Jackie Collins). She lives at the top of a skyscraper. The silver elevator door slides like “Star Trek.” She wore blue jeans and a big copper strap like Mommy. Sometimes Khashoggi boys come and carry their Rolls-Royce scooters, but they will not let me drive.
There is a gym with a strap in her bathroom that can walk around you and make fat swing.
Ron’s life is for entertainment. His Mayfair townhouse is just steps from Mount Street, where Doug Hayward’s luxury menswear store is located. South Street soon became Doug’s A-class client and their equally charming girl’s place.
I was allowed to stay up late and watch the guests arrive. Dodi Fayed, dressed in the maroon Hayward with a cashmere pouch, was young and slim, emerging in London on the 23rd. Followed by F1 driver Pedro Rodriguez. Michael and Shakira Caine, Roger and Luisa Moore, Peter Sellers and Britt Ekland are regulars, Johnny Gold is Mummy and Ron’s favorite wanderer’s nightclub.
Ron hugging my mother, the happiest guy in London. I heard Ron laughing, knowing he was hugging her, looking at her with a piercing look. I have never seen my father do this.
As stepfather, Ron is a non-event. He had already gone out by a wife and three sons in Switzerland, granted them to my mother, and did not have the moral status to raise the son of a man.
My mother is blind with Ron. She had not taken the time to understand herself until the next plunge – or Ron. The constant need for a male presence in her life is likely to be a bad habit traced back to her father – emotionally charged and self-important theater agent Joe Collins, who seldom made him perfect in one day Little daughter a time. After that, each relationship became the pursuit of fatherly love. But the old man was not listening. He had left the theater long ago and was indifferent to his daughter’s performance.
Marriage of mom and Ron was held in Jamaica in October 1972. I and Tara were not invited. Soon after, Mom announced she was pregnant.
Katyana Kennedy Kass was born in June 1972. Feeling from the parents, Ron tried to repair the relationship of his abandoned children in Switzerland. They joined us both on Christmas and in Spain during the summer holidays: three sullen boys, mostly Italian, and hated us for stealing their dads.
That year, my mother’s Christmas card showed us our pool in Marbella’s holiday home: five confused children, two adults with a smile, and a child with a baby. “Christmas is the children’s time,” wrote the card. “Some of us!