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review 2016-07-04 21:16
A life in clothes, lived with a big heart and plenty of talent.
Wear and Tear: The Threads of My Life - Tracy Tynan

Thanks to Net Galley and to Scribner for offering me a free copy of this memoir in exchange for an unbiased review.

I knew who Kenneth Tynan was before I read this book. Although well before my time, I do love theatre, I’ve lived many years in the UK and I’d heard of his reviews, his wit, and remembered having seen pictures of him, but didn’t know much about his life. I didn’t know anything about his first wife, American writer Elaine Dundy, or his daughter Tracy, and I must admit that I’m not a big clothes buff. Having said all that, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book. The clothes give name to the chapters and form the backbone of the book, assisting the author in organising her memories. I guess we all have things we remember, music, movies, books, and they help bring to our mind momentous happenings in our lives. Why not clothes, especially when they were so meaningful to herself and the people she cared about?

Tracy Tynan’s life isn’t ordinary, whatever our definition of an ordinary life might be. Both her parents were popular, talented, brilliant and social butterflies. Their parties and events read like the who is who, first of London and then of the LA of the era. But they weren’t particularly gifted as parents. They seemed wrapped up on their own relationship, the people they knew and their careers. Their daughter was often an afterthought, and even when they tried to connect they weren’t very skilled at it. But the author is generous to a fault and makes an effort to be fair and not to dwell or overdramatise matters. She tries hard to understand and does not moan or complain, despite having lived through pretty harrowing experiences due to her parents’ rocky relationship and to their difficult behaviour. She is sympathetic towards other’s plights and never self-apologising, something extremely refreshing.

The book is full of anecdotes but despite the many famous people the writer has met through her life this is not a scandalous book trying to exploit her connections and throw dirt at others. She always has a good word to say, even about people or actors she had a hard time with, and I got the distinct impression that she subscribes to the idea that if you don’t have anything good to say, you shouldn’t say anything at all. It’s a book full of passion for clothes, for life, for her friends and family. It’s a touching and warm book although it avoids sentimentality, cheap thrills and pulling at heartstrings.

This first-person account is a beautifully written book (she seems to have inherited the writing talent from both her parents), a page turner, understated, and we get to feel as if we were reading the memoirs of a friend. The chapter about her daughter, who was born premature, reminded me of my goddaughter, who was born in similar circumstances, and it resonated especially with me.  Her reflections about getting older, her experience of losing loved ones, and her more recent activity volunteering with homeless organisations and those looking after women victims of domestic violence made me realise I had more in common with this woman than I could have ever guessed when I started reading.

If anybody is worried about reading these memoirs because they aren’t familiar with the people involved or are not interested in clothes, don’t let that stop you. The book can be enjoyed by readers who know the era and many of the famous actors, writers, directors, clothes designers… who formed the social circle of Tracy Tynan’s family, but also by all those who have an interest and a passion that has accompanied them throughout their lives, who’ve survived complicated family lives, who love their friends and their families, and who don’t fear reinventing themselves once over again.

I’m not sure if the paper copies will have pictures. The Kindle review copy I was sent didn’t, but that did not diminish my enjoyment.

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video 2016-02-24 04:47

Hahaha this is the funniest! Best horse show I've seen.

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photo 2015-10-31 18:17

I Want You to Have a Wicked
and Spooky Good Time!

The HerOutSpokenLips Countdown

is Winding Down!

Wear a Costume that you love,

kiss someone by a pumpkin, and

drink some orange soda today!!!!!!

BOO & LOVE-----------MONROE

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review 2015-09-18 13:40
Monster Needs a Costume
Monster Needs a Costume - Paul Czajak,Wendy Grieb

I think there is a little bit of Monster is all of us. Monster has a difficult time with options: he gets a bit over excited with all the options that are available to him, how to choose among all the options and then committing to his choice. I read this story to a couple of my classes this week and they really enjoyed it. They begged me to read it again and they laughed and laughed at the illustrations. I love seeing this kind of excitement over a storybook. In this rhyming story, Monster is having hard time deciding what costume to wear this year for Halloween. With Halloween just around the corner, he tries a couple options but after wearing the costume for a while he changes his mind and he moves on to another option. Oh, they are all great options for a big blue monster with horns and sharp teeth. I especially like monster as a dancer, he was definitely cute with his tutu on, doing all his dance moves on the kitchen floor, unfortunately that didn’t end too well for monster. The pictures are comical and the colors are bright and outstanding which brings this children’s book to life. The boy in the story tries to help monster as best as he can. In the end, monster makes the best costume ever as the boy and monster head out the door for a night or trick-or-treating

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url 2015-08-31 21:41


Questo libro è dedicato unicamente ai viziosi (che altri chiamano porci); voi che siete puri e casti non apritelo nemmeno: sareste capaci non solo di turbarvi ma di prenderci, come tutti gli apologeti della castità, addirittura gusto. Perversione in cui siete ineguagliabili maestri. La sua attenzione è invece rivolta a quanti sono già usi alle grette turpitudini della carne, o a chi alle grette turpitudini della carne per lo meno pensa con timorato desiderio. Se qualche dubbiosa Giovanna D'Arco volesse cercare di redimersi lo legga perciò pure, senza timore; apra ai demoni della sua anima perduta e tragga da questo blasfemo catechismo tutto il giovamento possibile. L'estasi salutare dell'apostasia.


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