Jane Fonda writes about her personal life with such honesty, warmth, and openness that I couldn't give this book less than four stars. On the other hand, whenever she discusses politics, history or even the movie business she's strangely out of touch and preachy at the same time. So I just couldn't give the book five stars, even though I enjoyed almost every page.
There's a contradiction in this book that I've noticed in other memoirs, such as READING MY FATHER by Alexandra Styron. When Jane is writing about Henry Fonda, her father, you notice a strange disconnect. Whenever she writes about Henry Fonda, the man, his coldness, his selfishness, his inability to have any kind of emotional connection with his family, she's incredibly honest, mature, reflective and sympathetic. On the other hand, whenever she writes about Henry Fonda the movie star she's over the top, fawning and worshipful to the point of absurdity. At one point she describes meeting one of Martin Luther King's daughters and telling her, "our fathers were both such important men. They changed the world."
I don't say this to be mean, like ha ha ha, you're so clueless, Jane, but just to show that Jane Fonda has a very skewed view of the world around her. When it comes to her own feelings and her own life every word seems true and every insight seems well earned. But when it comes to anything outside of her own experience, forget it.
The same problem comes up in the romantic chapters. To me Jane Fonda is one of the most beautiful women who ever lived, and it's really sad that she spent so much of her life falling in love with men who not only didn't deserve her . . . they didn't deserve any woman, period. Yet what's weird in her writing is that again, she can be brutally frank about how each of her husbands failed as husbands, and lovers, and yet be totally clueless about her own clueless acceptance of . . . well, just about everything. "Vadim was making important films . . . so it was important for me to take my clothes off and jump right in whenever he brought a prostitute home for sex." "Tom was saving America . . . so of course he had no time for a real job. Or a real marriage. Or for me."
And so on.
And so on.
It would be really funny if Jane Fonda wasn't so sincere. She's like Mary Queen of Scots, always ruling with her heart instead of her head, and being dumped from her throne again and again. But unlike Mary Queen of Scots, Jane Fonda just keeps getting up again, finding some new cause, some new prince, putting everything she has right out there, and then getting knocked down all over again. And the amazing thing is, by the end of the book you can't even laugh at her.
You just love her.