A book featuring a collective account of the pervasive and callous abuse endured by the Kennedy women and women associated with Kennedy men is assuredly a riveting objective. I'm all for giving voices and stories to women who have mostly been stripped of theirs - sometimes quite literally, if we're talking about Rosemary Kennedy, who, after being forced to endure a lobotomy at the behest of her father Joe (the family patriarch that started all of this madness in political dynasty with a huge side helping of narcissistic and often sociopathic behavior) - was left with the mental capacity of a two-year-old. All because she wasn't a "perfect Kennedy" when it came to her knowledge of understanding certain ideas at the "appropriate" milestones (ones her siblings met with ease) of world affairs, athletic prowess, political savviness, and so forth.
Other examples include a teenage Martha Moxley, who was murdered by a young Michael Skakel - cousin to Bobby Kennedy, and thus, capable of committing murder and getting out of jail free - simply because she happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and caught the eye of someone with obvious rage issues. Pamela Kelley was paralyzed from the waist down after a senseless "joyride" Joe Kennedy took her on and couldn't care less about the victims he created from a moment of sheer reckless behavior.
You know it's bad when Jackie, out of all the women detailed throughout Maureen Callahan's new book, Ask Not: The Kennedys and the Women They Destroyed, seemed to be the only one who got out and led a relatively decent life of her own desires and dreams. Oh, and Joan, too. It was good to see her come to her senses and kick Ted's ass to the curb. Something resonated with me that Jackie said, however, on a very personal level.
While I am in no way trying to insinuate that I'm anywhere near as important to the public as Jackie Bouvier Kennedy Onassis (lmao), I really did connect with a statement she'd made and a conclusion she'd finally reached after talks with her therapist about the relationship she'd had with JFK, and how, with his death, more than just her "Camelot" was taken from her. I'm going to finish this in the morning/afternoon, so I'll look the quote up and enter it then.
It's easy to look at these beautiful Kennedy women - or really, any women married to a high-profile, wealthy man - and think, "what does she have to complain about? She never has to worry about money a day in her life, and she's dating a gorgeous and compassionate man!" Sure. If you consider that the power that goes with that money takes away the woman's freedom, leaving her indebted to this man... or if you leave off the compassionate, kind image of JFK, Bobby, and the rest. Doesn't look so picturesque then, does it?
I know some people were worried about this book having partisan leanings and a lot of bias due to the fact that apparently the author is an ardent Kennedy critic, and a card-carrying member of the GOP. However, I don't see that in the text at all. What I did take issue with, though, is what some other reviewers have mentioned, and that's the way many of these women's stories are told: not necessarily with the gentle compassion you might expect, but rather in a salacious, gossipy way. A way that sort of made you think, "okay, it's obvious that while NO woman deserved this kind of treatment, it's not exactly like she was easygoing, either."
There's no truer example of this than when Callahan tells the story of JFK, Jr. and Carolyn Bessette Kennedy's laser-sharp focus on "landing" America's top bachelor. While perhaps tabloids and magazines had some truth to their tales of her portrayal as a mean girl and an ice queen, it just didn't feel appropriate for what this collection of stories was trying to achieve. Making both JFK, Jr. and Carolyn out to be erratic and neurotic, it was hard to tell at times who the "bad guy" was in the situation.
I remember hearing when I was pretty little the story of rescue operations searching the ocean for the wrecked Kennedy plane. Of course, I too grew up with the idea that there was some type of "Kennedy curse"... that so many beautiful young couples would die far before their time by some tragic fate, or suffer some other devastating loss. I remember feeling deeply sorry for JFK Jr., Carolyn, and her sister. But I never knew until I read this book that there was never a "curse." Usually, reckless and dangerous behavior produces tragic consequences. It's not a "curse" that your plane wrecked on the way to an island, it's arrogance and stupidity (along with what seemed like a death wish: or rather, the only way JFK Jr. felt "alive" was through his near-brushes with death).
Other readers who reviewed this book were right about the fact that many dates and names are incorrect or misprinted, and while I myself didn't check the sources, enough people have that it does seem quite plausible, given the tone of the book, that the author exaggerated many of the events, especially the worst of the arguments. Of course, what really got me, along with others, was the very off-putting "Through deep reporting and interviews with many who have never spoken before, this book seeks to understand what being a woman among Kennedy men felt like over the years. I have taken some creative license here, but each of these stories is anchored by years of research. Many of these women are complicated; they, too, were attracted to money, fame, power - and that's okay."
Ehh, judging by some of her perhaps, "more creatively licensed moments", it certainly didn't seem okay by my judgment, but that's just me. To me, those three sentences read like: "Yes, I did take creative liberties at time when reenacting conversations between Kennedy women and their husbands, but it's okay, because I did my research and I feel that most women would have reacted in that manner, given the accuracy of the facts in the archives. Just because they didn't say those exact words or do those exact things, doesn't mean it wasn't the most likely reaction an individual would have to such a horrible situation."
Again, I'm tired and need sleep. I could have just left that at, "she took creative license to put words in their mouths, from what I understand." While I do commend her for what I believe was a genuine effort to give more power to the Kennedy women and to expose the Kennedy men as flawed individuals, rather than these idealized fairy tale princes we've all come to believe, I do believe that the execution of this book could have been better. Perhaps tone down some of the sensationalism and things that seem to be "creatively licensed", and it would make a much better story.
It's not like these accounts of lobotomy, adultery, murder, and rape need to be exaggerated to get the point across. All of those things alone will warrant outrage without any additional input from the author. Rounded up to a 3.5. I enjoyed it, and I don't think it would be a waste of time to read it... yet, it wouldn't be the first, or even the second, third, or fourth book that I'd recommend to anyone asking for a good nonfiction read from this year.
P.S. - does she use the Great Gatsby quote intentionally before starting the prologue? I'm just wondering, considering what we know about
F. Scott Fitzgerald and what he did to his wife...
Promised addition: 10/26/24:
When I mentioned earlier that something Jackie had said to her psychiatrist, which deeply resonated with me, it was this:
”Dr. Kris diagnosed Jackie with PTSD and explained that her trauma had as much to do with November 22, 1963, as it did with her marriage to Jack, and that made sense to Jackie. She still had so much rage toward Jack for everything he put her through. For not coming home when she delivered a stillborn Arabella. For all the other women, so many of them.
The lies and the selfishness and hiding behind her skirt as a happy family man when often he would rather be anywhere else. For being a terrible husband, and such a distracted, unaccomplished president that she had to create an entire fiction, which had only served to trap her.
She was furious about the way he died and was finally able to say it out loud: It wasn’t fair to her. I can attest personally to how profound trauma becomes even worse as layers of trauma begin to accumulate and no one cares to even hear out the truth… which by no means denigrates the person who has passed, but rather, allows for the grief and sympathy to go to the person that was truly with him in the beginning up until the very end. I can’t even establish myself as his soulmate to his family, despite having been the only one to have spent significant time with him in the year leading up to the tragedy.
Of course, people may have had doubts, because after we had been together for 14 years and then broken up for six, we had wanted to be certain we knew what we were doing before we let the rest of the world know that the second time around was the real deal.
We had finally matured, were finally on the same page with our goals and dreams, our relationship had been tested, and undoubtedly, people would see that we had the purest and most wonderful, rarest type of love. But still, the betrayal by him in 2017 stung deeply, yet I always believed that I had been patient so long, I could be patient for a couple more months, if necessary. I did not realize just how limited our time together was, how history would repeat itself in not allowing me closure, a second chance, nor even answers. The clock ran out before I had even realized it had begun ticking.
What Jackie said epitomizes my anger at the situation and the fact that I will never be able to express it:
”His death really robbed me of my chance to be angry with him,“ Jackie told Kris.
How could there ever have been room for her rage? How could she allow herself to feel what she felt – that a part of her hated him? It would never be accepted. Jackie, as she had done since childhood, turned all that fury inward, and it was killing her.
I understand all too well.