A Fine Romance
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In the follow-up to Knock Wood—her bestselling “engaging, intelligent, and wittily self-deprecating autobiography” (The New York Times)—Candice Bergen shares the big events: her marriage to a famous French director, the birth of her daughter, Murphy Brown, widowhood, falling in love again, and watching her daughter blossom.
A Fine Romance begins with Bergen’s charming first husband, French director Louis Malle, whose huge appetite for life broadened her horizons and whose occasional darkness never diminished their love for each other. But her real romance begins when she discovers overpowering love for her daughter after years of ambivalence about motherhood. As Chloe grows up, Bergen finds her comic genius in the biggest TV role of the 80s, Murphy Brown, and makes unwanted headlines when Dan Quayle pulls her into the 1992 presidential campaign.
Fifteen years into their marriage, Malle is diagnosed with cancer, and Candice is unflinching in describing her and Chloe’s despair over his death. But after years of widowhood, she feels the sweet shock of finding a different kind of soulmate. Candice takes us through the first years of her new marriage and shares the bittersweetness of watching Chloe leave home and flourish—and the comedy of a losing battle against those damn wrinkles and extra pounds.
A natural writer, Candice is hilarious, brutally honest, down-to-earth, and wise. She may be a beautiful Hollywood actress with a charmed life, but Candice is someone who can talk frankly about extraordinary events. Readers who pull up a chair will feel like they’ve just made a best friend.
me. He’ll work till he drops. He won’t know what to do with himself at home. I will. I’ll be playing Scrabble. 29 When Chloe was nine, I made a terrible mistake. I read her parts of The Diary of Anne Frank. It was way too early. I read her enough that the damage was done. She started reading books about the Holocaust obsessively, twelve or thirteen of them; I had to forbid her from reading any more. By the age of twelve, Chloe started going to bar and bat mitzvahs. Most of her friends and
body, mind, touch, so tender, so frail, so powerful, your smile in the morning, your innocence and your wisdom. I am crazy, I am happy, thank you you you you you. L.B. A postcard mailed from the Sheraton Carlton in Washington, DC: “Life with you is a feast, Candie, a melody, a delicate happening.” And this, from July 7, 1981: “You is only you. There is nobody else you. Love is you, life is you, fun is you, I dance my body and mind with you, I am you. So there! The world is tough without you,
we’re going to learn infant CPR,” our instructor told us. All of us intently lined up our baby dolls on the dining room table as instructed and began administering mouth-to-mouth breathing. It was hard not to pass out from anxiety. I scribbled notes on how to deal with the direst of medical emergencies: “If not breathing, open airway.” “Call 911. Say, ‘My baby’s not breathing’—it’s their first priority.” “Often child vomits, turn to side, scoop out vomit, continue rescue breathing.” “If
India, but we managed a few sips. We waited to die. We didn’t. We moved on to Udaipur to spend a night at the famous Lake Palace Hotel, an eighteenth-century marble fantasy floating in the middle of a sacred lake. It was the perfect Western reinterpretation of India, sterile, dusty, jewellike, and lifeless. In Rajasthan, all the old palaces had been made into hotels. Our room at the Umaid Bhawan Palace in Jodhpur, a gorgeous 1930s Art Deco palace repurposed as a hotel, was the size of a stadium.
its preview of the episode, which aired Monday, May 18, 1992, the New York Times wrote that my character would “give birth to a boy in what is expected to be the most public delivery since Lucy Ricardo had little Ricky in 1953.” That very morning I was at the University of Pennsylvania getting an honorary doctorate from the school that had politely asked me to move on after I’d flunked painting and opera. As I told the Philadelphia Inquirer, “I always did respect them for that; that was a very