Gain Your Copy Me: Stories Of My Life Penned By Katharine Hepburn Available Through Digital Format

Hepburn has the most hilarious writing style, I truly believe that she sat in front of a tape recorder, soliloquized for a few hours, and her exact words were transcribed in this autobiography, stream of consciousness and all.
What a powerhouse of a woman! Time and again until she really became a star and no longer needed to prove herself studio heads would underestimate her and she would just give them one look at they'd shut up.
"Why should we listen to a woman who wears pants"

She told some very charming stories about her childhood, talked about her first marriage to a man she still respects today, spent a long time describing her idolization and love for Spencer Tracy, and only spent a few short chapters rattling through her most famous film roles, almost as if she didn't believe anyone would be interested.
She would literally say something like, "Philadelphia, That picture was directed by George Cukor, Made XX. I had my pick of coand I said, 'Get me Jimmy Stewart and Cary Grant.
' They did. " The Spencer Tracy stuff, Spence as she called him, was so interesting, It was such a contrast to see this brassy woman making herself so submissive and absolutely catering to his every need and worrying about him so much, completely fine being the other woman for thirty years.


Here's a great and random quote of hers when describing John Wayne in Rooster Cogburn "John Wayne is the hero of the thirties and forties and most of the fifties.
Before the creeps came creeping in, Before, in the sixties, the male hero slid right down into the valley of the weak and misunderstood.
Before the women began dropping any pretense to virginity into the gutter, With a disregard for truth which is indeed pathetic, And unisex was born. The hair grew long and the pride grew short, And we were off to the antihero and heroine, John Wayne survived all of this, " Oh Katharine! How of your time! Admired and beloved by movie audiences for over sixty years, fourtime Academy Awardwinner Katharine Hepburn is an American classic.
Now Miss Hepburn breaks her longkept silence about her private life in this absorbing and provocative memoir.


A NEW YORK TIMES Notable Book of the Year

A BookoftheMonthClub Main Selection

NOTE: This edition does not include photographs.
  I loved Katherine Hepburn and have read a lot about her, This is a very interesting account of her life, written with honesty and humility, She was a symbol of the social circle she was brought up in and the times she lived in.
Fascinating, sad, triumphant. She lead a life without compromise,,rounded up to.
It was great to know about this impressive woman by her own words, She was quite honest too,
However, of course she selected what she wanted to talk about Ms, Hepurn's editor was napping on the job, One thing I can say about Katharine Hepburn: she clearly didn't employ a ghost writer for her memoirs.
For better or worse, Me: Stories of My Life is written in her voice: brisk, disarming, highhanded, NewEnglandpatrician, with prose that veers off into sentence fragments at times.
I have to imagine that some of the incidents she recounts here came across much better when told in person, with voices and body language over the dinner table, than they do in printthe whole section about going with a guy to pick up a car in Italy, told inexplicably in script format, fell very flat.
But when Hepburn's style works, it works very well, as when she recounts the circumstances of her beloved older brother's death by suicide, something which clearly hurt and bewildered her so many decades later.


Lavishly illustrated with candid photos and snapshots taken on the sets of Hepburn's films also includes a Welsh currant cake recipe and the fact that Hepburn's vocabulary included the phrase "tough titty.
" This somewhat fragmented memoir by Katharine Hepburn is remarkable in many ways, The first is that she wrote it when she wasyears old, Another is the way her voice, indomitable, energetic, yet thoughtful, comes through onto the page, Made up largely of sentence fragments, her story is told in her very distinctive tone, addressing the reader directly as though they were in the same room.


The book is remarkable also in the way Hepburn speaks of herself she is selfeffacing and bragging almost with the same sentence.
She describes herself more than once as a "mememe" sort of person, yet she is highly attuned to those around her, her friends, colleagues, and assistants, praising them for their brilliance, intelligence, loyalty, and kindness to her.


A complex individual, Katharine Hepburn has provided in this memoir one of several she's written a window into her professional and private life, and the book has much to recommend it, including humor.
The scene in which she and two friends all in their seventies decide one day that on their own they'll landscape a weedy slope at her Connecticut home is one of the funniest things I've ever read.


Quite a woman, quite a book,

Not sixty seconds ago did I finish reading Katharine's words, all of them, and I am floored with emotions.
So many feelings, so many chaotic sensations tumbling through my body that I turn laughably poetic at just trying to express how deeply I am moved.


I've read many novels in my life, many nonfictional works designed to engage me, make me think, entertain me, do something.
And, yet, of the no doubt thousand bindings of paper and electronic ink I've perused, never, ever, have I felt as I do now.
That is not hyperbole, or dramatization, that is simplistic fact,



Oh, yes, I'm a fan of Kath's movie, sure, I have my favorites, and she's certainly unique on screen as she is, . . was in life. But, reading Me: Stories of my Life gave me what I always have wished for, what I used to dream about as a little kid, seeing Desk Set for the first time with no real comprehension of the plot.
All I knew was this pretty lady, with her pretty eyes and even prettier voice was fun.
I liked her. Then, as I have until just tonight, I always wished to sit down with Kate, Kath, Miss Hepburn.
. . to just listen to her, and her words, Thank God she wrote this book, because I finally got that chance,



Some would no doubt bemoan this Me's meandering structure, its lightingfast pace and jumpy sequencing, but not I.
Rather, I feel blessed this book has such uniqueness, because, as is obvious, it's befitting of its creator.
Oh, there are flaws, no question, Superfluous "wrongs," such as a few dialogue entrances between Kate and William Rose and some such thing about planting plants, removing plants And, no reflection on Desk Set.
Three flaws, really, when considering it now, And, that's it. Three parts of lackluster in apage volume, Three moments. Is it any wonder she was so fascinating



It's cliche, but I laughed, I smiled.
. . and, shockingly, I cried. Throughout the book, I had fun, It was engaging, and an intimate saga that satisfied me, but tears that I absolutely did not expect.
I read this to hear whatever Kate wanted to tell, and did not hold to any expectations in regards to Spence.
In truth, Miss Hepburn held off on his subject until almost the very end, and such was perfectly fine by me, truly.
First, she tells of a relationship which, for me, took the romance out of "Spence and Kate," for the picture she painted, and happily so, was one of total isolation and sacrifice on her part.
In point of fact, Kate notes not even being sure if Spence loved her, or how he felt about her as a woman.




Upon reading the above, well, I first got angry on her behalf.
Stupid me. For, really, how could I I'm not she, and she was happy, . . truly, truly happy with Spence, I thought I would surely read through the "Spencer" segment of her work with smiles, but certainty not emotional heartwrenching.
Damn, I was so wrong, Kath tantalized us with "Her and Spence," her first segment about him entitled "Spencer," at page.
It's short, barely three pages, and ends with "But more about Spencer later, Don't be impatient. I wasn't. " Oh, so typical Kate. I read that, and heard her voice, so clearly, so tangibly in my head, my ear.
Classic Kate.



Interestingly, the book somewhat concludes with Spencer, starting with the chapter "Love," all the way later at page.
This is where my heart hurt for her, the story she relates with no martyrdom of how, frankly, she loved him and gave him her all, but never knew if Spencer was hers, truly hers.
I'm angry here, but not long into the "Leaving the California House" chapter, I'm bawling, Bawling like a little baby with massive tears rolling down my face, I can't see the words on the page, so much I am crying, And, this emotional gutpunch concludes with the most beautiful, powerhouse, tellallsubtly letter to Spencer that Kate wrote after his death.
What's more, this is not by any means the first time I've heard this letter, Below is the link to Kate herself reading it, verbatim, and as within every viewing of the video, I cried right along with the transcript in the book.


sitelink youtube. com/watchvaThAMG

But what amazes me is that this work impacted me with a gutslam of emotion at the end.
Throughout my absorption of the book, and, hell, my whole inspiration and desperation for reading it was because I wanted to know.
I desperately, tirelessness wanted to know how she thought, what she did, what her struggles, her triumphs, her goals, her family, her childhood, her career.
. . what all that was like, Her father, mother, siblings, loss, love, growth, I sound like a stalker, and I probably am, being half oh, hell, all in love with Katharine Hepburn.
I'm so many generations removed from her, and I bet she's laughing at me in the afterlife right this very minute.
She pursued Hollywood for the goal of fame, but she wasn't much for being admired, What a contradiction.



You were both, darling, and we miss you so terribly, You'd no doubt laugh at the cliche, but the world truly sucks more for your absence.


Quotes:

"Our house is gone Victorian Gothic three gables, trimmed with black lace.
The driveway the trees gracious, simple the brook the daffodils, Gone. Even the brook has been put into a pipe, Well, that's the style today pipe things can things freeze things computerize things, Have to be careful about that, You can't develop a mind full of beauty or tender imagination and independence of spirit tearing along in a box without a bit of space and air number XY.
Well, yes, there are indeed so many of us and we've got to make room, "



“Everyone knew everyone, They that is, most of them came from Washington Street in Hartford, They were Brainards and Brainerds and Davises and Bulkeleys and Buckleys and Goodwins, They were very nice very Republican very Aetna Life Insurance, ”



"All of a sudden I heard: "Kate! Kate! Come here!" His tone of voice made me leap out of the tub.
I rushed in. Luddy was in flames a trail of flames to the fireplace, The kerosene can in Luddy's hand burning and he couldn't drop it, I was stark naked. I belted Luddy in the stomach, knocked him down, grabbed a throw rug, smothered the fire on Luddy and knocked the kerosene can out of his poor hand yelled, FIRE!"



"He was an angel.
However big the flop. "Well, I don't know, Miss Hepburn, They just love you. That's all I can say, I just hear what they say, You're the greatest. " All those heartwarming lies. They keep you going. Those liars who love you and protect you, For better or for worse,

Till death do us part, How lucky I've been. "



"Howard Hughes was a curious fellow, He had guts and he had a really fine mind, but he was deaf quite seriously deaf and he was apparently incapable of saying, "Please speak up.
I'm deaf. " This was tragic This is the real tragedy of any sort of personal defect, Just say it. Admit it. The person you say it to is not at all embarrassed, He or she just speaks up, He's just happy that he himself is not deaf, I think that this weakness went a long way toward ruining Howard's life and making him into an oddball.
"



"Then we got Cary Grant for the,for three weeks' work, He said that he would do it and that he wanted first billing over me, "O. K. ," I said, "that's easy. " He gave his salary to the Red Cross, "



"It's rather the style now to romanticize certain of the older actors.
. . No matter what you want to say, you just can't toss the parental figure, You can spit on it all you like, but eventually it has to come back, It's the strong thing to us, because it affects us very early on, It's something you can cling to, "



"John Wayne is the hero of the thirties and forties and most of the fifties.
Before the creeps came creeping in, Before, in the sixties, the male hero slid right down into the valley of the weak and the misunderstood.
Before the women began dropping any pretense to virginity into the gutter, With a disregard for truth which is indeed pathetic, And unisex was born. The hair grew long and the pride grew short, And we were off to the antihero and heroine, "



"Now, why don't you stop, Kath just admit it, You're dead and go in and take a bath and lie down, . . No, I'm not going to do that, I'm too proud. I'm going to stay out here and struggle until they quit or until I die, "



"And anyway, down went the tire and off came the lugs, Then he jacked her up again and on went the good tire so that the tire spun free.
On went the screws again, and holding them with the handle wrench, he spun the tire, to wind one up.
Great, thrilling a ballet. So lovely to change a tire, to know what you're doing, Head down, enjoying it. "



"Now I'm going to tell you about Spencer, You may think you've waited a long time, But let's face it, so did I, I was thirtythree. It seems to me I discovered what "I love you" really means, It means I put you and your interests and your comfort ahead of my own interests and my own comfort because I love you.
What does this mean Think. We use this expression very carelessly, LOVE has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get only with what you are expecting to give which is everything.
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"I have no idea how Spence felt about me, I can only say I think that if he hadn't liked me he wouldn't have hung around.
As simple as that. He wouldn't talk about it and I didn't talk about it, We just passed twentyseven years together in what was to me absolute bliss, It is called LOVE. "

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