What a profoundly touching memoir. Gene Tierney is painfully honest about her life and the sadnesses within it, and she and her co-writer put together a story that is not only informative, but beautifully written.
Gene Tierney seemed to be doing well, for the most part, and then it all came crashing down. A selfish fan broke quarantine in order to see her at the Hollywood Canteen, exposing her to german measles, which she caught while she was newly pregnant with her first daughter, Daria. Daria was born mentally disabled and had to be placed in an institution very early in her life (she died relatively recently, in 2010). A second daughter, Tina, was born but her marriage to Oleg Cassini was, for all intents and purposes, over.
Then came the mental health problems. Tierney writes unflinchingly here of her illness and her treatment. She went on buying sprees during her "highs" and couldn't get out of bed for days at a time during her lows. She ended up on a window ledge before going to the Menninger Clinic, where she finally got useful treatment that offered her some peace and health, though she had rough patches for the rest of her life.
I'm thrilled to say that Gene Tierney had a good, though not perfect, happy ending. Her bipolar disorder stayed with her (it's not something you "get over," as those who struggle with it already know), but she had the support of people who loved her, including her first husband, who remained a close friend, her younger daughter, and her second husband, who was a good, loving, rock of a man who knew what he was getting into and was happy to take it on. That she was open enough to share her story with others who might be able to find clues as to how to navigate their own lives by reading it is a gift to be treasured.