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Tracy Tynan is the daughter of Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald. Really. Her father, Ken Tynan, was the bad boy of the English theatrical world. Her mother, Elaine Dundy, was a gifted novelist. But their real talent was for excess. They were loud. Drunk. Unfaithful. Whatever they touched, they broke. Scott and Zelda.
They did not break their only child, who should be a basket case and is, instead, a triumph of our species. I thought Tracy was surprisingly sane when I met her in 1973; as I got to know her story, my admiration increased. It is no surprise to me that all these years later she has written a book that presents itself, modestly, as a memoir organized around the clothes she wore along the path and, when she realized she could make a living using her fascination for clothes, the clothes she chose for the movies she worked on. “Memoir” and “Fashion” are too small a frame.
"What’s remarkable about WEAR AND TEAR is its compassion.... Forget that I know and adore Tracy Tynan. I can’t praise this book enough."
Books by children of celebrities are generally time bombs. The parents are acknowledged for their talent, then the kid slips the blade between their ribs. What’s remarkable about WEAR AND TEAR is its compassion. Stories that would have sent you into therapy for the rest of your life are just stories for Tracy Tynan. She’s inherited the storytelling gift. And the survivor’s gift of knowing how to let go. Her book is a road map to Mental Health, dotted with outrageously good dish. [To buy the book from Amazon, click here. For the Kindle edition, click here.]
The book begins in childhood. Yellow underpants. Her mother’s fur coat. A string of pearls. Each memory is a pebble in a pond. The ripples go far. “Larry Olivier is coming for drinks.” A limo ride with Mary Martin. Cecil Beaton and Katharine Hepburn as godparents. Her father, standing in a window, screaming “I’m going to jump!” and her mother, naked, smoking, saying ‘Why don’t you?’” And a little girl, alone on her birthday, knowing it would never be different: “I don’t have a single memory of sitting down to dinner alone with my parents.” Or this, from her father, when she was a teenager: “It doesn’t matter if you’re not beautiful.”
What matters, it turns out, is pluck, a great personality, a strong work ethic. Which brings her to Los Angeles. Marriage to a director. Motherhood. And credits as a costume designer that she can be proud of: “The Big Easy,” “Great Balls of Fire” and many more.
And the clothes? Not by big name designers. Not from chic brands. “I have a forties dress that I wore on the first date with my husband and a plaid shirt a good friend gave me, and both of these I am sure I will keep long after they become threadbare. I have a beautiful brown velvet dress that I wore to a friend’s funeral, and I will probably never wear it again.”
The book ends with clothes. Again, not in a way you expect. Think of the last scene in a small independent movie. A woman, seen through a window, doing something useful and helpful. The camera pulls back. When you leave the theater, you’re happy.
Forget that I know and adore Tracy Tynan. I can’t praise this book enough.
Teaser
Tracy Peacock Tynan grew up in London in the 1950s and '60s, privy to her parents’ glamorous parties and famous friends. When Tracy started writing about her life, she found that clothing was the focus of many of her stories. She recalls her father’s dandy attire and her mother’s Pucci dresses, as well as her parents’ rancorous marriage and divorce, her father’s prodigious talents and celebrity lifestyle, and her mother’s lifelong struggle with addiction. Relationships, marriage, children, stepchildren, blended families, her parent’s decline and deaths, and her work as a costume designer are all recounted with the special joy that can only come from finding the perfect outfit.
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Tracy Peacock Tynan grew up in London in the 1950s and '60s, privy to her parents’ glamorous parties and famous friends. When Tracy started writing about her life, she found that clothing was the focus of many of her stories. She recalls her father’s dandy attire and her mother’s Pucci dresses, as well as her parents’ rancorous marriage and divorce, her father’s prodigious talents and celebrity lifestyle, and her mother’s lifelong struggle with addiction. Relationships, marriage, children, stepchildren, blended families, her parent’s decline and deaths, and her work as a costume designer are all recounted with the special joy that can only come from finding the perfect outfit.
About the Book
A candid, entertaining memoir told through clothes
Tracy Peacock Tynan grew up in London in the 1950’s and 60s, privy to her parents’ glamorous parties and famous friends --- Laurence Olivier, Vivien Leigh and Orson Welles. Cecil Beaton and Katharine Hepburn were her godparents. Tracy was named after Katherine Hepburn’s character, Tracy Lord, in the classic film, The Philadelphia Story. These stylish showbiz people were role models for Tracy, who became a clotheshorse at a young age.
Tracy’s father, Kenneth Tynan, was a powerful theater critic and writer for the Evening Standard, The Observer and The New Yorker. Her mother was Elaine Dundy, a successful novelist and biographer, whose works have recently been revived by The New York Review of Books. Both of Tracy’s parents, particularly her father, were known as much for what they wore as what they wrote.
In the Tynans’ social circles, style was essential, and Tracy had firm ideas about her own clothing for as long as she can remember. Shopping was an art passed down through the family; though shopping trips with her mother were so traumatic that Tracy started shopping on her own when she was 14.
When Tracy started writing about her life, she found that clothing was the focus of many of her stories. She recalls her father’s dandy attire and her mother’s Pucci dresses, as well as her parents’ rancorous marriage and divorce, her father’s prodigious talents and celebrity lifestyle, and her mother’s lifelong struggle with addiction. She tackles issues big and small using clothes as an entrée --- relationships, marriage, children, stepchildren, blended families, her parent’s decline and deaths, and her work as a costume designer are all recounted with humor, with insight, and with the special joy that can only come from finding the perfect outfit.
