First, preface : I had a rough day, the bulk of which I'll talk about separately and at another time ... suffice it to say, with having just a little bit of money in my wallet, I set off on Five Guys reward (YUM!) and even tho it was major rain, I was right there by the bookseller I haven't been to in forever! and actually missed! & I went in and roamed ... picking up little piles of books, taking them to chairs, reading them ...
The one I did purchase is "Jane Fonda: Private Life of a Public Woman". I am roughly still in her teenage years. Now - I figured I knew the backstory : her mother committed suicide, etc.
I was reading about the marriage of Henry and Frances Fonda and something seemed too much familiar - like seeing someone walk around in a shirt you donated to a thrift store, type of eerie familiar ... it wasn't until one of Frances' doctors was quoted as calling Henry Fonda a narcissist that the lightbulb came on --
My God. I know what this woman lived.
I got out, and, I didn't have children - dogs like children, and that was very dammed hard - but not children.
Reading this has disturbed me. I think of a woman I know, when I lived in Virginia, named Fonda because her mother had loved the whole celluloid Fonda image - she has a sister named Jane! and she almost had a brother named Peter! --
The reality doesn't often meet the creation. Yet another reason why people should be very, VERY! cautious about naming their children after --- !
Excellent book! BUT this startling revelation is going to make me put it down and read something else for now.