Prior to reading this memoir, the strongest opinion I had about Tippi Hedren was that I liked her in the Birds. Also, I knew she was Melanie Griffith's mother. After reading this memoir, I have so many strong opinions about Tippi Hedren that I have ranted about it ad nauseam to my friends, colleagues, mother, total strangers, and anyone who will listen about how she is a delusional, reckless, selfish, terrible mother who is also the world's worst animal rights activist and is possibly suffering from narcissistic personality disorder.
If you are expecting to read Tippi's life story, this is not the book for you. Want to know what it was like to live at the Barbizon Women's Hotel at the height of its popularity? Too bad. What it was like to work with Hitchcock? Natch. To be the object of his obsession? To find out what happened in his office that mythical day that caused him to forever refer to Tippi as "the girl"? Nada. Zip. What you will get is about 80 or so pages of Tippi's "aw, shucks" background story, which I will now sum up for you:
Person: You're beautiful! Come be a model in print ads!
Tippi: Aw, little old me? But I'm a nobody!
Person: You're beautiful! Come to LA and star in television commercials!
Tippi: Oh, p'shaw. I'm just a little gal from Minnesota.
Hitchcock: You're beautiful! Come star in movies for me!
Tippi: Me?! Why, I'm nothing special.
Those scenes are followed by about 20 pages wherein Tippi allows her 15-year-old daughter to have a relationship with and live with a man who is 24, and tries to justify it by saying there was nothing she could have done to stop her, and anyway if she had done something her daughter would have never forgiven her. She brushes the crumbs of that bit of bad parenting right under the carpet with a shrug and tries desperately to convince us that we would have done the same in her position (we wouldn't) and that Melanie was mature enough to make the decision (she wasn't) and what was she going to do, call the police (she should have - statutory rape is a crime and also your child's safety is more important than whether or not they'll still be your buddy).
There. Now you can skip the first 100 pages and get to the real reason Tippi wanted to write this book. And that reason is a largely forgotten little film called Roar. (I found out after reading this memoir that Tippi wrote an entirely different memoir many years ago that was all about the making of Roar. I can only surmise that she found it necessary to write another memoir largely about the same subject matter because she was afraid not enough people read the first one.) Once upon a time, Tippi and her husband traveled to Africa to do a film. While on safari they were taken to a palatial estate that formerly belonged to a game warden who had abandoned the property many years before. The remaining structure was now home to a large pride of lions. Tippi's husband became obsessed with the idea of making a film based on it. He tenatively titled the masterpiece "Lions, Lions, and More Lions" (I shit you not) and it had no plot to speak of other than that there was a house and lions lived in it.
For decades, Tippi and her husband obsessed over getting this "film" made. They realized that they would have to create their own pride, so to speak, so they began researching ways to purchase lion cubs. In the years after Africa and before the film was made, the couple purchased numerous lion, tiger, and other big cat cubs (at one point having as many as six at one time), which they housed IN THEIR HOME in the middle of a residential neighborhood. Did I mention that their children also lived in this home? And that the "cubs", which were kept well past the time when they were capable of killing another human being, frequently escaped into the neighborhood? They had no big cat trainer on sight. They were not trained to handle these animals. They recklessly endangered their children and their neighbors (going so far as to lie to animal control when asked if they were illegally keeping big cats in their home). Anytime the animals escaped Tippi was never once concerned that they might harm another human. It was that she would be found out and forced to give up her cubs.
Eventually the couple found a place where they could house their big cats (though they continued to bring cubs to their home) but they were so irresponsible about it they may as well have kept on as they were. They had one trainer who handled, at the most, as many as 150-200 big cats at the height of the population. Before filming even started there were numerous accidents on the reserve, injuring countless numbers of people and causing the deaths of a large number of the animals due to improper handling, improper containment (a chain link fence, seriously), and mixing of territorial animals that would never have mixed in the wild.
When filming finally started the crew was filled with people who had very little experience with big cats. They threw together untrained animals that were not familiar with each other for scenes, then tossed in a human or two and a film crew. There were so many near-fatal accidents (including Tippi having her head nearly crushed by a tiger, the director having his face ripped off by a lion, and Melanie nearly losing an eye) it was an absolute miracle no one was killed. But did they ever consider that the film was too dangerous to continue? No, not even after Melanie (who was a minor at the time, by the way) was badly injured. At one point Melanie walked away from the project but later came back. Tippi makes a big deal (2 pages worth) about how it was completely Melanie's decision, and she didn't talk to her about it at all or try to convince her to come back. *cough cough BULLSHIT cough cough*
The film nearly ruined Tippi and her family. They sank all of their money and resources into it, at one point selling nearly all of their possessions to finance because (big surprise) no one wanted to give them money to make this absolute nightmare of a movie. They ended up living in a trailer on the reserve and were nearly penniless. The film was a commercial failure (obviously), and is only remembered today because of the large number of on-set accidents. Accidents that could all be directly attributed to the recklessness and irresponsibility of Tippi and her husband, not only toward the people who entrusted their lives to them but to the animals whose care they were responsible for.
By the time I finished this book I was horrified and livid. Toward the end, Tippi begins her humble-brag about all the things she's done to protect big cats and the humanitarian efforts she's made (selflessly, she reminds you repeatedly) to help people who are less fortunate than herself. She takes full credit for California legislature that prohibits the keeping of big cats as pets (though she did that herself, and it was already illegal when she did it). She takes full credit for the fact that Asian-run nail salons are so prolific throughout the United States (for real - I did not make that up). She winks away criticism and exaggerates her positive contributions, never taking full responsibility for the negative consequences of her actions (or, indeed, even acknowledging that there were any). I don't make the suggestion that she is suffering from narcissistic personality disorder lightly. In my work as an attorney I work with many people who suffer from borderline personality disorders. She sounds exactly like them. She may not be able to control her behaviors but it definitely struck a nerve with me. I was left with a very bad taste in my mouth about Tippi Hedren, and it definitely did not exist before reading this book. Skip it unless you need something to induce your rage.
I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review.