As a huge Cary Grant fan, I was nervous to read this. I didn’t want my love of his movies ruined. I knew going in that they had divorced after only a few years of marriage but that was it. Would this be a no holds barred Mommie Dearest sort of memoir? Thankfully, it is not. I think Dyan did a wonderful job of balancing their problems with the joy and happiness they also experienced during the relationship. It was sad that the marriage foundered and I was not at all surprised it did. It would have been shocking if they hadn’t struggled.
Take out the fact that it is Cary Grant being discussed and just look at it as a 58 year old man dating a 23 year old woman. Red flags galore! He is older than her father. He is close to retirement. Her career is just starting. They have different friend groups. Different hobbies. Different interests. Their age difference is the age difference between me and my son. It is LAUGHABLE, the thought of marrying someone my child’s age. The only reason this marriage ever happened was because he was Cary Grant and she was a nubile young beauty queen turned actress. Who they were, deep down, was masked by their attractive exteriors and what each represented to the other. She represented a fresh start to him and he represented safety to her.
I thought the structure of the book was brilliant. The reader is right there, experiencing what Dyan is experiencing. I appreciated she didn’t break the fourth wall and discuss what would happen in the future and how looking back she understands now what was going on. Instead. we are right in it, reacting to what is going on. I mean, it would be WILD, having your agent call you to say Cary Grant saw you in a bikini on a shlocky tv show and now wants to meet you, “for a possible movie role”. (Right, and I have a bridge to sell you if you believe that). Mad props to Dyan for refusing to fly home from Rome to take the meeting. I mean, jeez, she was in Fellini’s Rome having the time of her life. I wouldn’t have flown home either. That playing hard to get (which I do honestly think was not playing hard to get, she actually was so happy in Rome she didn’t want to leave) intrigued Cary and kept him thinking about her.
When she heads back to LA, she does finally meet him and they start…hanging out? Dating? Cary moved very very slowly, like he was cornering a wild animal. That was smart. Dyan was used to guys being handsy and hot to trot and Cary’s slow burn was perfect for her. So right off the bat, their behaviors were like catnip to each other. The book does an excellent job drawing out the start of their relationship and how totally trippy it was to suddenly be a part of his world. I mean, I cannot stress how strange it would be….CARY GRANT. CARY GRANT is eating ice cream with you. CARY GRANT is calling you on the phone and waking you up so you can listen to a radio show together. CARY GRANT is picking you up in his car. Talk about disorientating. Imagine yourself at 23, telling your girlfriends the new guy you are seeing is CARY GRANT. Mind blown.
Almost immediately the reader sees the problems beginning but Dyan does not say anything explicit about what’s happening. She just describes the behaviors and actions. Him getting upset when she highlights her hair and telling her to change it back to brown and she does. Him upset about her nail polish color(too garish!) Him buying her an entire new (designer) wardrobe with zero input about her preferences. And she doesn't say anything and just changes her style! She pretends she can ride a horse. She pretends she knows how to cook. She twists and turns to give him what she thinks he wants. And he merrily reenacts the Pygmalion story, “improving” her. You just know this will not end well. Sure, that montage scene from Pretty Woman when he takes her shopping is fun to watch, but on a deeper level it shows a serious problem.
There is a party they go to in Vegas, celebrating Rosalind Russell’s 25th wedding anniversary. I’ve read Rosalind’s memoir. She had a great marriage. She married a guy around her own age who was in the film industry, but worked behind the scenes. After the hundreds of showbiz memoirs I have read, I have come to the conclusion that is how to have a successful marriage if you are a star. You need to marry someone in the business but not a fellow star. And you need to marry someone within ten years of your age. At the party are two couples that do not follow Julie’s wisdom and both flame out spectacularly. Frank Sinatra and Mia Farrow and Cary/Dyan. Mia had more of a backbone than Dyan and when Frank told her to not act anymore, like Cary did to Dyan, Mia refused and went to NYC to film Rosemary’s Baby. Frank was so butthurt he cruelly served her divorce papers on the set. Totally ruined filming for the day, obviously. Those older middle-aged men verging on elderly men should not marry young women. I can’t believe I am writing this but Leonardo DiCaprio has the right idea. He picks a girl, barely legal, and dates her until she turns 27. Then he gets a new model. It’s not about the person, it’s about youth and innocence. Once the person matures, starts developing into a well rounded human being, he loses interest. At least he is honest. He will buy youth, he is like a vampire. Cary was attracted not to Dyan the human but to her inexperience and youth, which cannot last.
The beginning of the end is after the baby is born. Cary gives away Dyan's 10 year old Yorkshire Terrier Bangs while she is in the hospital giving birth! That was her baby! That would have been the deal breaker for me. Instead, Dyan crumples. Her milk dies up. She starts dissociating. It sounded like post partum depression to me. The baby ramps up Cary’s controlling nature/anxiety and he becomes even more judgy and unbearable to live with. Things spiral out, more flailing by Dyan, more rigidity by Cary until they divorce.
There is a bit at the end about Dyan going off the deepend after the divorce with pills and booze. I mean, it was LA in the early seventies. She goes to rehab and finds God. So it ends on a good note. They continue to co-parent their daughter Jennifer and Cary is a great dad. I mean, he had been basically practicing parenting Dyan during their marriage so by the time he was an actual parent he had a lot of experience.
This was a super quick read and written in a chatty informal style. I still adore his movies and I don’t hate him after reading this. I felt sorry for him. He had a miserable youth and then got trapped in iconic fame. It would be very difficult to be truly happy in a relationship with that level of fame and wealth. I am happy for him that he got to experience the joy of parenthood and having a relationship with another human that wasn’t negatively impacted by his fame and beauty but just saw him as Dad.