In Pieces is Sally Field’s autobiography. Sally’s mother was in movies as was her stepfather, Jock Mahoney whom I remember from the couple of films in which he played Tarzan. I had read previously about Mahoney’s offences against the child Sally but it is chilling that Sally in her searingly honest way is able to interpret her memories of him as she saw him then.
Hollywood is all illusion, of course, that’s the point of it; but reading how Sally felt about some of her roles still caught me by surprise. I remember re-runs of Gidget delighting my little boys and me and we liked The Flying Nun too. I think now they showed her worth as an actress because she projected brightness and happiness when she wasn’t always feeling that way at all. As well as not liking what she was doing she had to face the supercilious barbs of certain envious individuals. (I see now that I was justified in my assessment of those smarmy little creeps, the actors who played the Monkees). Yes, I know, I used to watch a lot of child-friendly television, just like today’s parents watch Bluey, maybe.
Sally was driven to be taken seriously as an actress and, of course, she has achieved that goal many times. She was a caring daughter to her mother even though they went through some rough patches; she cares for and has stayed close to her siblings, and she is a proud and loving mother to her three sons and their families.
I was looking forward to reading about Burt Reynolds and what kind of man Sally found him to be. I’m not going to elaborate about that in this review except to say it made extremely interesting reading.
This is an honest, no holds barred autobiography. Sally Field has worked hard to be at the top of her profession, just as her brother is a world leader in his field of science. I was totally absorbed in Sally’s story. It’s hard to believe she is 78 years old! How did that happen?
Published by Simon & Schuster