In June when we arrived I gave the ambulance drivers a paper with directions to the house, and they taped it to the dashboard. They all loved it, whether or not they knew of Radziwill ahead of time. With unflinching honesty and a journalist's keen eye, Carole Radziwill explores the enduring ties of family, the complexities of marriage, the importance of friendship, and the challenges of self-invention. Same as it's ever been for thousands of years. I had heard about this book when it was published but never read it. Radziwill's strength, and her courage. I don't know why you can't see that.
I think it's safe to say that Carole is a survivor and an inspiration to those of us going through anything remotely similar. Perhaps it was too painful to provide more detail. The reader was not great, but I got used to her. Radziwill dismisses people like me as weepy girls who barely knew her. Heck no, I was curious to find out more information surrounding the untimely death of an iconic figure and his beautiful wife. In Carole's case, it just happened to be extraordinarily public. Although there are poignant moments, the callousness in some sections doesn't sit well with me.
But I tagged along anyway wherever they went. Two beautiful people die tragic deaths: a popular girl in junior high school and Radziwill's beautiful best friend a quarter century or so later. But this is not about my situation, but rather, the lens I was able to use while reading it. Courage doesn't even come close to describing this. He might as well have been flying with his eyes closed. Okay, I'm done with that tirade. Plus I went to Hunter High, so Carole is kinda on the home team! I can't remember the exact emotions that John and Carolyn's plane crash raised in me, but I do know that I was dumbstruck when I saw Princess Diana's hearse come around the corner and heard that audible gasp in the crowd standing on the curb.
She is a beautiful person and author. Except Anthony, who just shook his head, a reflex after so many years. At the age of nineteen, Carole struck out for New York City to find a different life. It is her non-linear approach that gives this book its multi-dimensional quality. The handful of controls all showing deadly readings. People interested in either are likely to be disappointed.
Her line about tragedy whores resonated with me, not because I felt that she views herself as superior or special, but rather most of us have the luxury yes, luxury of being able to grieve and deal with dark days or tragedies away from the glare of the public. Carolyn gives away her possesions because she thinks they will look good on her friends. They are adorable as besties, cooing into the phone about their dreams for the future, dinner parties and world travel and buying matching rings. At ThriftBooks, our motto is: Read More, Spend Less. Radziwill also seemed to harbor resentments against Anthony for taking her for granted, going to the gym while she went to the body shop, and not being that committed to settling down with her until he realized he had cancer. The fact that her marriage -- to a person who is happens to be the maternal cousin of John Kennedy---dominates the book is because that was the biggest story in her life. She is brave, especially when she describes how cancer became the third party in her marriage, and how she briefly flirted with infidelity.
In the 8th grade, sure, but not as a grown adult. So here goes: Radziwill is a serviceable, if sentimental, writer. Second, she emphasized how much this famous family valued their privacy and what great lengths her husband went to to keep up appearances. Carolyn was sitting next to John and her door popped open over the ocean. It is likely he was watching this helplessly. It was a slow-burning romance. A true friend to Carole in good times and a rock of support as Carole struggled with Anthony's cancer.
The cover photo is one I have in my bedroom. If you're a thinker and like to be pulled into a story, particularly a true one, this is really worth the time. RoseMarie portrayed herself as a genuine, normal gal who got a fairytale job working for an extraordinary boss. But because its publisher and, presumably, the author have decided not to market it as a Kennedy book but a memoir of fate, friendship and love, it begs consideration on its literary merits. Beautifully written, this story evoked many emotions in me as I read it and I couldn't put it down, even though I knew the horrific outcome.
She spent her childhood summers with her grandparents and an odd assor What Remains is a vivid and haunting memoir about a girl from a working-class town who becomes an award-winning television producer and marries a prince, Anthony Radziwill, one of a long line of Polish royals and nephew of President John F. Caroline showed little support to her dying cousin coming to the hospital once when he had dozens of surgeries and never visited him at home. Carole Radziwill's story is part fairy tale, part tragedy. I was surprised at how engaging this memoir is considering the style of Radziwill's writing is, at times, somewhat objective and unemotional. This book made me realize that at the end of the day, all we really have -- what actually remains -- is our life, our health and the people we love.