Then Again
Autobiography of the world-famous, and much-loved, actress.Best known for her role as Annie Hall in Woody Allen's film of the same name, for which she won an Academy Award for Best Actress, Keaton has had a fascinating and highly successful career, with roles in ‘The Godfather’, ‘Reds’, ‘Father of the Bride’, ‘Something’s Gotta Give’ and many more. Personally Keaton has had relationships with Woody Allen, Warren Beatty, and Al Pacino – all of whom she remains in touch with today and who she will speak about in the book.Diane Keaton’s mother suffered from Alzheimer’s, and during the fifteen year long battle with this heartbreaking and debilitating disease, Diane began to reflect on both of their lives – their commonalities and their differences, the dreams they each realized and the dreams they deferred. Soon after her mother passed away last September, Diane started to write. The result is a memoir that is as touching, funny, and iconic as its author; an illumination of an ordinary girl’s journey to become an extraordinary woman – and the defining relationship that made it all possible. Diane Keaton’s Academy Award-winning career, both in front of and behind the camera, has made her a cinema legend and touchstone for a generation.
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Then Again
Diane Keaton
Dedication
To my City of Women:
Stephanie Heaton, Sandra Shadic, Lindsay Dwelley.
Plus two men: David Ebershoff and Bill Clegg.
They know why.
Epigraph
I always say my life is this family, and that’s the truth.
Dorothy Deanne Keaton Hall
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Epigraph
Part One
1
Dorothy
2
Jack
Part Two
3
Manhattan
4
Big Year
5
The List
6
The Uphill Climb Versus the Downhill Slide
7
Di-Annie Hall
8
Something Big for a Small Family
Part Three
9
Artistic
10
This Isn’t Sometimes, This is Always
11
Aftermath
12
Hello
13
The Gray Zone
14
Then Again
Picture Section
In Memory of
Acknowledgments
About the Author
About the Type
Copyright
About the Publisher
1
DOROTHY
Extraordinary
Dorothy’s commitment to writing began with a letter to Ensign Jack Hall, who was stationed with the Navy in Boston. It was just after the end of World War II. She was resting in the Queen of Angels Hospital after having given birth to me. All alone with a seven-pound, seven-ounce baby, she began a correspondence that would develop into a different kind of passion. At that time, Mom’s words were influenced by the few movies Beulah had allowed her to see, like 1938’s Broadway Melody. Harmless fluff pieces with dialogue out of the mouth of Judy Garland. Mom’s “I sure do love you more than anything in the world” and her use of “swell” and “No one could ever make me happier than you” mirrored the American worldview of life and its expectations during the 1940s. For Dorothy, more than anything, it was love. It was Jack. It was Diane, and it was swell.
Mom wrote her first “Hello, Honey” letter when I was eight days old. Fifty years later I met my daughter, Dexter, and held her in my arms when she was eight days old. She was a cheerful baby. Contrary to my long-held belief, I was not a cheerful baby or even very cute. Mother’s concern about my appearance was defined by a bad photograph. Photography was already telling people how to see me. I didn’t pass Dad’s pretty-picture test, or Mom’s for that matter. Holed up in Grammy Keaton’s little bungalow on Monterey Road in Highland Park, Dorothy had no choice. Through her twenty-four-year-old eyes she wanted to believe I was extraordinary. I had to be. She passed this kind of hope on to a baby girl who got caught up in its force. Our six months alone together sealed the deal. Everything for Dorothy became heightened because she was exploding with the joy, pain, fear, and empathy of being a first-time mother.
January 13, 1946
Dearest Jack,
You should be just about getting into Boston, and I’ll bet you are pretty worn out from the trip. It’s hard to realize it could be so cold there when it’s so nice here. I’m sorry I acted the way I did when you left. I sure didn’t want to, but the thought of you leaving got me so upset. I tried awfully hard to stop crying, because I knew it wasn’t good for Diane.
It’s 8:00 p.m., and your daughter’s asleep. She’s getting prettier every day and by the time you see her you may decide to have her for your “favorite dish.” That’s not fair, honey—I saw you first, so I should be first choice in your harem, don’t you think? Chiquita and Lois came over today. They agreed she was swell, even though she has one bad habit—whenever anyone comes to look at her she looks back at them cross-eyed.
Well, honey, I think I’ll wake little “Angel Face” up. We’ve certainly got a prize, no fooling. Every time I look at her I think I can’t wait until you can see her, and we can be by ourselves.
Good night, my love,
Dorothy
January 18, 1946
Hello, Honey,
I wish I wasn’t such a crybaby. I don’t understand me. Until I was married you couldn’t make me cry over anything. I thought I couldn’t cry—but now all I have to do is think of you and how swell you are and I miss you so much before I know it I’m bawling just like Diane. I sure do love you more than you could know, honey. Even if I don’t tell you very often when I see you, I’m always thinking it.
Diane & I had our picture taken—just small cheap ones. I’m afraid they can’t be too good of her—she’s so tiny—and naturally they won’t be good of me, but that’s to be expected. I hope you can at least see what she looks like a little bit. The photographer said she was very good for a baby her size & age. She’s not fat like her mother used to be. Incidentally I’m still on the plump side = darn it. She weighs over 9 lbs. and, as I say in every letter—gets cuter everyday. I think that’s a nice idea of yours, sending her $2.00 bills. I’m putting them away for her. It’s adding up. Maybe pretty soon we could start a savings account for her. Good night, my Honey.
Love,
Dorothy
February 21, 1946
Hello, Honey,
I’m so disappointed. Those pictures are just as I expected—awful. Diane looks kind of funny. I’m not going to send them cause you’ll think I’ve been kidding you about how cute she is.
You said in your letter today that you wish we could relive those good old days again. I sure look back and dream about how swell they were. We don’t want to ever change, do we? Even though we have a family and more responsibilities, I don’t think that’s any reason to act older and not have the fun we used to. Right?!
