What kind of mother was erica jong

Except none of that happened. My mother got pregnant in Paris in They decided not to live in Malibu on the Pacific Coast highway in a small house next to a heavy metal band. They decided to move back to the East Coast.

Kids who grow up in LA are nuts, my mother declared. They bought a modern-style house not far from the city in a hippie suburb. They promised each other never to marry but soon they did. It was a small, secretive wedding in Weston with four guests, one of whom would later go to jail. My grandparents Howard and Bette Fast were not invited; they were devastated. Pictures of the wedding smell—at least metaphorically to me, years later—of marijuana.

I imagine they ate carrot cake. A few months later, I was born, with red hair. The black-and-white picture of the three of us was the culmination of second-wave feminism: a thirty-six-year-old career woman able to have it all—kids, husband, and fame. Many facts had become confabulated in my mind—such as the idea that my mom had a drug overdose at her fortieth birthday party.

It was a Mexican-themed party. I made tortillas and we still have the tortillas press, somewhere. Fresh tortillas right off the press. But, of course, I knew the truth, which is that everything is devastating and everything is copy. I was just about to publish Fanny , and I had had too much tequila. Betsy—her name was Betsy and she was a drug addict. I had a Playboy interview. She had interviewed me in Malibu before we moved back to the East Coast.

I took them. I passed out. And Helen Singer Kaplan and her son were there, they walked me around. They kept me moving. They told me not to go to sleep. They kept me up. They saved my life. Thank God for them. Dow Jones. By Molly Jong-Fast. To Read the Full Story. Subscribe Sign In.

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Sponsored Offers. Most Popular News. Read Story Transcript. An American author has spoken about why she felt compelled to write about the sex life of her parents, one of whom is famed novelist Erica Jong.

It also helped, she told The Current's Anna Maria Tremonti, that her mother was "terrible at keeping secrets. She said her mother refused to tell her who the third partner was, saying "I can never tell, I will never betray the trust of…" — and then promptly told her.

Jong-Fast wasn't surprised at the threesome, but she was surprised by who was involved — a woman who she said looked like rapper MC Hammer.

Jong-Fast's mother wrote the multi-million copy bestseller Fear of Flying , a book that became a touchstone of the sexual liberation movement. It also made Jong a very public symbol of that time, whose own life and loves became fodder for the gossip pages.

As the only child to "a super successful, same-sex parent who really belonged to the world," Jong-Fast's childhood was lonely. Her parents divorced when she was young, and growing up, Jong-Fast remembers women flocking to her mother when they would go out.