Them:
A Memoir of Parents
by Francine du Plessix Gray
The Penguin Press, New York, NY, 2005
352 pp., illus. 92 b/w. Trade, $29.95
ISBN: 1-59420-049-1
Reviewed by Roy R. Behrens
Department of Art, University of Northern
Iowa
ballast@netins.net
For many years, I have often run across
the name of this books author (so
colorful who could forget it!), a frequent
New Yorker contributor who was
also once a student at Black Mountain
College, at a time when others at that
school included Robert Rauschenberg (with
whom she played strip poker), Merce Cunningham,
and John Cage.
And Ive also been somewhat acquainted
with the name of Alexander Liberman, in
part because I gained so much as an undergraduate
from his book about the studios of Modern-era
painters and sculptors (documented by
photographs and interviews) titled The
Artist in His Studio (New York: Viking
Press, 1960). Oddly, somehow I failed
to make the link between that Alexander
Liberman (photographer, artist and writer)
and the one who held a "day job"
as the powerful editorial director of
Conde Nast Publications, which gave him
almost total control of such prominent
magazines as House and Garden,
Glamour, and Vogue (succeeding
the legendary, and apparently irascible,
Mehemed Agha).
As it turns out, Liberman was the stepfather
of this books author, while her
mother was Tatiana (nee Yakovleva) du
Plessix Liberman, who was widely known
in New York during the 1940s and 50s as
"Tatiana of Saks," a trend-setting
haute couture milliner for Saks Fifth
Avenue. Born in Russia in 1906, Tatiana
grew up in an aristocratic family, with
close connections to the Czar, and yet
she was also romantically linked to one
of the most admired figures in the Bolshevik
revolution, the poet Vladimir Mayakovsky.
This books new details about Mayakovsky
(including his and Tatianas love
letters) are among its most interesting
aspects, as are reports of encounters
by the author or her relatives with Anna
Pavlova (her Uncle Sashas girlfriend),
Vladimir Lenin, Andre Lhote, A.M.
Cassandre, Marlene Dietrich and others.
The books title is an implicit parody
on the title of an earlier book of photographs
(called Then, and which the author
describes as "self-serving")
by her stepfather, while its subtitle
makes clear that this is not an autobiography
(not an authors confessional view)
but a candid and often disturbing account
of the lives of her mother and stepfather,
from their daughters (biased) point
of view. This leaves open the possibility
that the author may someday prepare a
real autobiography, which might be even
more interesting, since this account omits
so much about her memories of Black Mountain
College, her participation in the Vietnam
antiwar demonstrations, the presidential
campaign for Eugene McCarthy, or her experiences
as a writer.
This book is both interesting and, mostly,
entertaining. I found it hard to put it
down for the first two thirds, but at
more than 500 pages, it eventually went
on too long, a fault that is thankfully
softened by about 100 photographs, many
of which are family snapshots, while others
are wonderful images by Irving Penn. Throughout
its pages, there are interesting photographs
of the author at various stages of her
life, including some in which she is oddly
positioned (e.g., her eyes or her legs
are askew), as if she were posing for
Balthus. Among the delightful details
of the book is a photograph on the dust
jacket of the author now, at age 75 (or
thereabouts)aged, surelybut
just as entrancing as she always was.
(Reprinted by permission from Ballast
Quarterly Review, Volume 20 Number
4, Summer 2005.)