MARSHA HUNT
Copyright Copyright INTRODUCTION 1 MADE IN AMERICA 2 CULTURED PEARLS 3 THE FRONT LINE 4 INFANT DIPLOMACY 5 MOUNT AIRY AND CHESTNUT HILL 6 THE DREAM MACHINE 7 EVERYTHING’S NOT EVERYTHING 8 FREE AT LAST 9 PURI NATURABILIS 10 PRIORITIES 11 SAVE THE TEARS 12 THE PLEASURE ZONE 13 SMOKED OUT 14 WORDS WITHOUT MUSIC 15 CHANGING FACES 16 BEYOND THE BRIDGE EPILOGUE Keep Reading Indent Acknowledgements About the Author Also by the Author About the Publisher
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Published by Flamingo 1995
First published in Great Britain by Chatto and Windus 1986
Copyright © Marsha Hunt 1986
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Copyright Copyright Copyright INTRODUCTION 1 MADE IN AMERICA 2 CULTURED PEARLS 3 THE FRONT LINE 4 INFANT DIPLOMACY 5 MOUNT AIRY AND CHESTNUT HILL 6 THE DREAM MACHINE 7 EVERYTHING’S NOT EVERYTHING 8 FREE AT LAST 9 PURI NATURABILIS 10 PRIORITIES 11 SAVE THE TEARS 12 THE PLEASURE ZONE 13 SMOKED OUT 14 WORDS WITHOUT MUSIC 15 CHANGING FACES 16 BEYOND THE BRIDGE EPILOGUE Keep Reading Indent Acknowledgements About the Author Also by the Author About the Publisher Fourth Estate An Imprint of HarperCollins Publishers 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF Published by Flamingo 1995 First published in Great Britain by Chatto and Windus 1986 Copyright © Marsha Hunt 1986 The Author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books. Source ISBN: 9780006548737 Ebook Edition © FEBRUARY 2016 ISBN: 9780007483105 Version: 2016-01-19
INTRODUCTION
1 MADE IN AMERICA
2 CULTURED PEARLS
3 THE FRONT LINE
4 INFANT DIPLOMACY
5 MOUNT AIRY AND CHESTNUT HILL
6 THE DREAM MACHINE
7 EVERYTHING’S NOT EVERYTHING
8 FREE AT LAST
9 PURI NATURABILIS
10 PRIORITIES
11 SAVE THE TEARS
12 THE PLEASURE ZONE
13 SMOKED OUT
14 WORDS WITHOUT MUSIC
15 CHANGING FACES
16 BEYOND THE BRIDGE
EPILOGUE
Keep Reading
Indent
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Also by the Author
About the Publisher
Co Wicklow
Ireland
Wednesday, November 15, 1995
My dear Karis,
It’s 4 am. Can’t sleep. I’m in the middle of writing the new introduction to my autobiography and I keep thinking about things that were happening when I wrote it. Ten years have slipped by and a lot has changed. For one thing, you’re 25 and living in San Francisco whereas I’ve just moved to Ireland to be with Alan after completing my fourth book.
Although I’m pleased that Real Life is being republished, I dread the prospect of it giving journalists an excuse to ask about Mick. They hate to believe that we’ve been on friendly terms for years and that you have a good relationship with him, but nonetheless, I’m glad that through Real Life I had a chance to explain what had happened between us, because the details of the good times and the trials seem less real and less relevant with each passing year. It’s odd to think that you are already older than I was when your father and I were lovers and even older than I was when I gave birth to you at 24.
In 1985 when people heard that I’d been commissioned to write my autobiography, some said I was too young at 39. But by then I’d already had three careers, been a single parent and lived on three continents. Not to mention having survived the legal battles with Mick and the humiliating experience of dealing with his lawyers and the press. Writing this book changed my life. I had to recreate events and recall circumstances which were far more disturbing than I had admitted that they were when I’d actually experienced them. So by the time I’d completed my final draft, I was both stronger and weaker because of self-examination. I’ve had more than my share of luck and adventure and being identified as an icon of the 60s hasn’t stopped me from adventuring. But I’ve always believed that what made my life worth writing about was that as a woman and an African American my experiences reflected the changes in how we were perceived. Had I been born ten years earlier for instance, my years in rock bands could have never happened and rather than being hailed as a single parent I would have been tagged an ‘unwed mother’.
No doubt you laugh at my referring to myself as an African American because you know how I hate that label and resent the way that we Americans descended from slaves have had a name change far too often. Coloured. Negro. Black. And now African American which is not only a mouthful but relates us to a continent that for at least four generations our family has had no experience of. All I know of Africa is what I’ve read, been told or learned about through the media. But then who am I to complain when I had the audacity in Real Life to try to coin a label for us of my own. Melangian now seems an absurd word, but then who stuck us with African American and don’t we have a say in the matter?
Nonetheless when I was asked if I wanted to rewrite the autiobiography I declined, although I cringe when I see the word Melangian pop up. My pomposity is embarrassing but it should remain on the record. Real Life was my first attempt at writing a book and having written two novels and this most recent non-fiction, I could only make a mess of trying to adjust my first.
In 1985 I doubt that anybody would have believed that I would write another book. A review in Time Out said the one thing my readers would be certain of is that I would never write again and my editor for Real Life moaned, ‘How can you want to write when it takes you so long!’ She’d come to our flat on Marlborough Place and watched my slow pecking at a manual typewriter. I have to admit that there have been thousands of instances while I’ve been labouring over subsequent books when I’ve wondered if she didn’t have a point.
I didn’t become a weeper until I became a writer and it’s hard to tell whether it’s the craft which drives me to tears or the characters that I write about that I’m forced to live with daily. On the other hand the isolation I’ve imposed upon myself so that I could churn books out might make a lot of people emotional. Friends couldn’t understand why I moved to Folkestone in 1986 and then slipped off to a remote house in France in 1989. But I can hear myself telling them ‘I have to be alone to write.’ It also gave me the time and space to recreate myself as an author without anybody to challenge me with ‘But you’re a singer …’ or ‘But you’re an actress …’ or ‘You’re that girl from Hair who had Mick Jagger’s baby …’ Thank God I’ve never allowed other people’s perceptions of me to stop me from living my life, because I’d now probably be a bag lady toting tatty plastic carriers full of Hair press clippings circa 1969.
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