Deborah Shapiro - The Sun in Your Eyes

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From the distance of a few yards, there might be nothing distinctive about Lee Parrish, nothing you could put your finger on, and yet, if she were to walk into a room, you would notice her. And if you were with her, I’d always thought, you could walk into any room. For quiet, cautious and restless college freshman Vivian Feld real life begins the day she moves in with the enigmatic Lee Parrish — daughter of died-too-young troubadour Jesse Parrish and model-turned-fashion designer Linda West — and her audiophile roommate Andy Elliott.
When a one-night stand fractures Lee and Andy’s intimate rapport, Lee turns to Viv, inviting her into her glamorous fly-by-night world: an intoxicating mix of Hollywood directors, ambitious artists, and first-class everything. It is the beginning of a friendship that will inexorably shape both women as they embark on the rocky road to adulthood.
More than a decade later, Viv is married to Andy and hasn’t heard from Lee in three years. Suddenly, Lee reappears, begging for a favor: she wants Viv to help her find the lost album Jesse was recording before his death. Holding on to a life-altering secret and ambivalent about her path, Viv allows herself to be pulled into Lee’s world once again. But the chance to rekindle the magic and mystery of their youth might come with a painful lesson: While the sun dazzles us with its warmth and brilliance, it may also blind us from seeing what we really need.
What begins as a familiar story of two girls falling under each other’s spell evolves into an evocative, and at times irrepressibly funny, study of female friendship in all its glorious intensity and heartbreaking complexity.

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I just remember catching Andy’s eye then and thinking: We won’t treat each other like that. I would never treat you like that. I won’t be Linda and you won’t be Roy.

I MADE LEEpull into the next rest stop and I found privacy and cell reception at the edge of a wooded area, behind a tractor-trailer.

“I’m so sorry,” I said.

“For what?” said Andy.

Upon hearing his voice, I convulsed and then involuntarily started rocking back and forth. I must have looked like those men I’d seen praying at synagogue on High Holidays when I was a child. I didn’t know where to begin. I could no longer distinguish between the symptoms and the causes of what was wrong. I hadn’t, until just then, conceived of what I’d done with Rodgers as a betrayal, not really. I’d been thinking it had very little to do with Andy, but that was where the betrayal lay.

“For everything.” I sat down on the ground to control my strange swaying. “For leaving things weird between us. For not calling sooner.”

“Where are you?”

“We’re heading to Providence.”

“You’re not coming home?”

I thought I had the shaking under control, but really it just got diverted into a kind of whimpering moan. A pained sound, an animal one. I couldn’t help myself. My body was taking over.

“Viv?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

“No. I mean, yes, I’m fine. I don’t mean to make you worry. And I really want to come home. I really do, but there’s something to this now. I can’t leave Lee now.”

“You’ve found something?”

“Yeah. I’m not sure what, exactly, but I think it’s important, and I need to help her see it through. It’s like I thought this trip was about one thing and now it’s about something else. I don’t mean to be cryptic, but do you know what I mean?”

“You mean it’s not just about you being bored with me and your life?”

I hadn’t realized how hard I’d been pressing the phone into my ear until I let it go just then, almost dropping it. I never thought I’d had the desire to jump out of a plane, to freefall, to want that release that exists only because you risk not coming back. But that’s what I’d done and when Andy asked that question, it was like a parachute opening. I could catch my breath, look around, locate myself, and think: Holy fucking shit.

“It wasn’t boredom. It’s not boredom. I can’t explain it very well. I wish I could, but I feel like I’m only just figuring it out in any way that makes any sense.”

“Well, whatever it is, it makes me feel like shit, Viv.”

“I’m so, so sorry.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Because I am.”

“Yeah, I get that. I just. I don’t know. I have to say I liked it better when Lee was out of our lives.”

“Was she ever really, though?”

“She was out of mine, yes.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“So there’s no part of you that wishes it were you here with her, that she’d asked you to come with her instead? No part of you that thinks your life wouldn’t be better if you were with her instead of me?”

The questions I had never asked, but that had been there all along, now tumbled out. Why did Lee choose me over Andy? Because it had seemed that she had, and sometimes, ever since, I found myself trying to suppress the thought that I was a substitute. That Lee had substituted me for Andy. And not just that, but that Andy had substituted me for Lee.

I wished I could see his face.

“I got over her a long time ago.”

“Did you?”

“Yes. I did. And I kind of feel like I’ve been waiting for you to catch up. I thought this trip might help.”

Andy, out there, ahead of me, waiting for me to catch up to him. Despite all of our plans, all of our commitments, I don’t think I had ever thought of him quite that way. As the future. If only I had.

“I want to come home. I do. And I’m going to, as soon as I can. But I don’t think I can until I help Lee now, because it’s bigger, it seems like it could be bigger than just finding the old tapes. She’s going to need someone to be there with her for whatever this turns into, I think. And right now, that person is me. What I mean is, this isn’t about me or you. It’s about her.”

I expected an angry It’s always about her. At least that’s how I would have written it in a THATH scene.

“All right,” he said.

“Okay.”

“But when you get back, do we need to, like, start taking a cooking class together or get some drugs or whatever people do to spice things up?”

“No, we don’t need to take a class. Or get drugs.”

“Because we could. We could take a drug class.”

“We don’t need to take a drug class.”

“You sure?”

“I love you.”

“Viv?”

“What?”

“It sounded like you were going to tell me something else and then you stopped.”

“No. I’ll be back so soon. I promise.”

I didn’t say, “Please wait for me” or “There is more and I will find a way to tell you about it.” About something that happens all the time but that I didn’t think would happen to me. And something else that also happens all the time so you almost forget how astounding a prospect it is, just even on a biological level. I think you and I can do this together. Ambivalence about it feels ungrateful, like asking for too much. I’m asking for too much. But that’s what I’m asking for.

I wiped my tears away and waited for my face to dry before getting back in the car with Lee.

From

The Talking Cure: Selected Interviews, 1967–1992

by Patti Driggs

Around 1990, I thought I might revisit the Jesse Parrish profile I wrote. It had been twelve years since his death and more than eighteen years since I had published what now strikes me as a prickly and perhaps ungenerous, though not inaccurate, portrait. That piece ended with these words about Jesse and his wife, Linda West:

I can’t tell if I’m bringing too much irony to bear on him or not enough. They are both performing something when it comes to their identities. Her Jewishness? His Southernness? By which I mean they are able to turn it on and off. I want to see this as fluid and liberating rather than a con. But I don’t know how. Theirs is a language I can’t quite speak, whose grammar I haven’t mastered. Then again, I have never owned a caftan or purple velvet pants, never known the disappointment of their being at the cleaners.

For the new piece I had in mind, I wanted to hear more from the women who had been in Jesse’s life. There were a number of them. They came across as accessories, in both senses of the word. Supporting players. And yet they each, in their own way, were greater than. I wanted to explore that. I went so far as to track down the reclusive Marion Washington, Jesse’s girlfriend, who survived the car crash that killed him. She wouldn’t speak with me, and ultimately I never followed through with this story. I did, however, conduct some preliminary interviews, including this conversation with Elise Robin, a friend and admirer of Jesse and Linda, a self-described “rock-and-roll muse” and author of the widely read memoir Free Lunch: The Life and Times of a Rock and Roll Muse.

Patti Driggs:When did you first meet Jesse?

Elise Robin:I should remember. I should have the exact moment crystalized in my mind. But it’s more like he was just there, always. And then he wasn’t.

PD:Is this still hard for you?

ER:It is. I think it’s always going to be hard. He was just such so special. Even our relationship, I don’t know how to describe it, it didn’t fit into any common category. It was platonic — he’s like the one guy I didn’t screw — and I guess you could say he was like a brother, but it was romantic. Everything about him was so romantic.

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