Both of Us: My Life with Farrah

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Ryan O’Neal and Farrah Fawcett. He was the handsome Academy Award–nominated star of Paper Moon and the classic romance Love Story. She was the beautiful, all-American Charlie’s Angel, whose poster adorned the bedroom walls of teenage boys everywhere. One of the most storied love affairs in Hollywood history, their romance has captivated fans and media alike for more than three decades. In a tragic turn, the world lost Farrah after a tragic battle with cancer in 2009, but in his intimate memoir Both of Us, Ryan ...
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Overview

Ryan O’Neal and Farrah Fawcett. He was the handsome Academy Award–nominated star of Paper Moon and the classic romance Love Story. She was the beautiful, all-American Charlie’s Angel, whose poster adorned the bedroom walls of teenage boys everywhere. One of the most storied love affairs in Hollywood history, their romance has captivated fans and media alike for more than three decades. In a tragic turn, the world lost Farrah after a tragic battle with cancer in 2009, but in his intimate memoir Both of Us, Ryan brings their relationship to vivid life.
 
Fans of each other from afar, Ryan and Farrah met through her husband, Lee Majors, and fell passionately in love. Soon, however, reality threatened their happiness and they struggled with some serious matters, including the disintegration of Farrah’s marriage; Ryan’s troubled relationship with his daughter, Tatum, and son, Griffin; mismatched career trajectories; and raising their young son, Redmond—all leading Ryan and Farrah to an inevitable split in 1997.
 
Ryan fought to create a life on his own but never stopped longing for Farrah. Eventually he realized that he had lost his true soul mate. Older and wiser, he and Farrah found their way back to each other and were excited to start a new life together. But their bliss was cut short when Farrah was diagnosed with cancer and passed away just three years later.
 
Ryan’s deep love for Farrah and his devotion to preserving her memory are evident in Both of Us. Drawing on decades’ worth of personal records and keepsakes, he has included never-before-seen photographs, letters exchanged between him and Farrah, and his own diaries, making this a poignant and compelling memento for her fans. Written with candor and emotional honesty, it is a true Hollywood love story.
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On June 22nd, 2009, Ryan O'Neal told friends that he and Farrah Fawcett were planning to marry as soon as her health improved. Three days later, she died. O'Neal's Both of Us recounts their sometimes tumultuous thirty year history, his own battle with leukemia, and Farrah's long struggle with cancer, and the loss caused by her death. "It's a love story," the actor told a reporter. "I just don't know to how play this one. I won't know this world without her."

Edward Ash-Milby

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781611734256
  • Publisher: Center Point
  • Publication date: 6/28/2012
  • Series: Platinum Nonfiction Series
  • Edition description: Large Print
  • Pages: 303
  • Sales rank: 1,417,403
  • Product dimensions: 5.81 (w) x 8.60 (h) x 1.02 (d)

Meet the Author

RYAN O’NEAL is an Academy Award–nominated actor, best known for his roles in Peyton Place, Love Story, What’s Up, Doc?, and Paper Moon. Most recently he has appeared on 90210 and has a popular recurring role on Bones. His reality show with his daughter, Ryan and Tatum: The O’Neals, aired its first season on OWN in June 2011.
 
JODEE BLANCO is the author of the New York Times bestseller Please Stop Laughing at Me.
 
KENT CARROLL was the editorial director of Grove Press, the founder and publisher of Carroll & Graf, and is currently the publisher of Europa Editions.
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Chapter one

Beginnings

Iremember taking her hand in the car, both of us joyous and laughing, the wind tousling those famous curls as we drove from Tahoe to Reno, to the church. The night before, someone had given me a Cuban cigar. I removed the gold band, slipped it onto her ring finger, and proposed. She accepted, saying, “So, you think you can make an honest woman of me, do you?”

The lake and the forest have a soothing beauty, magnificent nature in repose, almost as appealing to me as the ocean. Farrah preferred it there: the mountain air, the hikes, and, of course, the rugged horseback riding. It was one of those spontaneous moments when everything seemed aligned, as if nothing could get in the way of our future. We seemed perfect for each other. We had talked about getting married early on, but we were rebels. There weren’t many people in the early eighties who lived such a public life who weren’t married. We were getting pressured to do it, not by her parents, really, or by mine, but from society, so we finally decided to get hitched. Then the flat tire. I flagged down a car whose driver offered to take us on to Reno or back to Tahoe. He would have driven us to Cincinnati if I’d asked, but instead we chose the lake. We thought it was funny, even joked with each other that it had to be “a sign.”

Looking back, I can’t help but wonder how my life with this rare woman might have been different if we had gone through with it that day. Why didn’t I just fix the damn tire and get us to the church? Instead of finding a way to follow through with our plans, we let it go. We laughed about it for years. It wasn’t the hand of God that flattened our tire that day. It was a lousy shard of glass.

Autumn, 1979

She’s married. Her name is Majors. I don’t know her from Adam, well, Eve. Her husband is actor Lee Majors. He starred in a popular television series, The Six Million Dollar Man, and is also known for playing in Westerns. I know him a bit. I first met him at 20th Century Fox when I was making Peyton Place, five hundred episodes at $750 per episode. That’s also where I introduced, pointed out, Frank Sinatra to my costar Mia Farrow. I never played Cupid again. Lee is in Toronto for a movie and I’m there visiting my daughter, Tatum, who’s shooting a film with Richard Burton. She’s fifteen. Tatum and Lee run into each other, and Tatum says, “You know, I’m Ryan’s daughter.”

“Oh yeah, where is he?”

“He’s at the hotel.”

Next thing, he’s calling me. “Come down and have a drink with me,” he says.

So I do. And we get a little drunk together and decide to have dinner. Tatum joins us. Lee and I are both leaving the next day. I’ve been there a week. And he says, “Let’s go home together. We’ll take the same plane.” He changes his flight. Lee is a companionable big guy, worth at least five and a half million. We fly home together and the limo drops us off at my house in town. It’s on Tower Road, up Benedict Canyon and high in the hills, part of the old John Barrymore estate. We let the limo go and take my car. He lives farther up the hill near Mulholland on a street called Antelo Road, which has gates, and there’s this beautiful girl waiting for him. She’s delightful, full of childlike warmth. There is no pretense or cattiness about her whatsoever; she’s vibrant and wholesome, refreshing in this town.

They kiss.

We play racquetball. They have their own court. And then she says, “Stay for dinner,” which I do. She whips up this delicious meal of fried chicken with mashed potatoes and thick country gravy, a Texas treat. Farrah is so sweet to us. Lee’s a heavy drinker, kind of a sad drunk. Their house is handsome, a tasteful blend of western-style accents and fine antiques. There are pictures everywhere, mostly personal photographs. Years later, an earthquake will destroy the place, and the cacophony of glass breaking, which frightened everyone, will turn out not to have been the windows but hundreds of photographs emerging from hundreds of frames. Lee takes me on a tour of the house. He shows me his closet. It’s a room you can walk into, deep and wide. He must have seventy-five pairs of boots. Where does Farrah keep her stuff? I ask myself. We walk down the hall and he opens a door to a room you can barely turn around in. Farrah’s clothing is piled in there. Some months later, Tatum and I will make the switch. Farrah’s duds get the grand space. Lee’s we move to his den.

I had gone to their home for dinner that first night, but the next night I was supposed to travel to Las Vegas for a boxing match. I have a friend, Andy “the Hawk” Price, who was fighting Sugar Ray Leonard. I’m a fight fan as well as an ex–amateur boxer. And Farrah says, in this lilting, ever-so-slight Texas drawl, “Well, isn’t that fight on TV?”

I say, “Yes, it is.”

And she says, “Why don’t you see it here? You can play racquetball and watch it with us.”

“Hm,” I think, “hm . . .okay.” I’ve just come back from Canada. I don’t really need to get on another plane, so I return a second night. She greets me at the door with this winsome smile and says, “Aren’t you glad you didn’t go?” And that night there’s drinking. She doesn’t drink but he does. I drink a little. I’m watching them, and after dinner they start to talk about their relationship. I’m sort of encouraging them, saying things like “You’re a wonderful couple.” He’s a man of few words, a monosyllabic cowboy type. He’s not naturally funny, so his attempts at humor are the comic equivalent of cauliflower. Farrah is more natural, open, and she doesn’t have any compunction talking about their problems. She says when they were staying in Nevada, he had a boat on Lake Mead. He was a TV star at this point, not the Six Million Dollar Man, but he was in a successful Western series with Barbara Stanwyck and Linda Evans called The Big Valley. It ran three or four seasons. This was before Farrah’s fame from Charlie’s Angels and the poster that had made her the fantasy of every teenage boy in America. Lee would call her from a bar near the hotel and say, “Get undressed, I’m coming home.”

“So I’d get undressed,” she tells me. “I’d wait for him, and wait for him. He wouldn’t arrive so eventually I’d get dressed again.” She says this more in resignation than bitterness.

“That’s the kind of man I am,” he responds. “You knew that when you met me.”

I can see that the marriage is not the happy mating it once was. If reality shows had existed back then, this relationship would have been perfect fodder. The one I’ve agreed to do now with my prodigal daughter, Tatum, is alarmingly fraught. But that’s all in the future. Back in the fall of 1979, I’ve just met the woman who will become the love of my life and I shouldn’t be put off by that kiss I just saw Lee give her at the front door. I don’t say anything. I just listen and then I go to my home in town, only a few blocks away. Two days later, I’m at my house in Malibu, and Lee pops over for a visit. We walk on the beach for a bit, and then he says, “Let’s go see Farrah.”

“Where is she?” I ask.

“She’s shooting a Charlie’s Angels. She’s at Disney Ranch.”

By this time, Farrah was no longer a regular on the show. She had quit Charlie’s Angels three years before after a bitter dispute with creator Aaron Spelling over percentages on merchandising. She wanted 10 percent, which is what she had gotten for the famous poster, and Spelling wasn’t about to give in to her or the other Angels, so Farrah, in what was back then a very gutsy move, left the series. Spelling sued and it was settled out of court. As part of the settlement, Farrah agreed to appear in four more episodes, one a year for four years, one of which she was shooting that afternoon. Although she was now being paid one hundred thousand dollars for each of the episodes, compared to five thousand dollars per episode when she was a regular cast member, she didn’t escape unscathed. Spelling Productions tried to have her blackballed in Hollywood. It would take some time before the studios and production companies were willing to take a chance on her again. But that was the Texas country girl in Farrah. It wasn’t the money; it was the sense of fair play. She was a stickler for traditional values, which appealed to me, especially after the unconventional women in my more recent past.

Disney Ranch is a long haul on the 405 freeway. There is this huge back lot that productions can lease for location shoots. We drive out there about five in the afternoon and when we arrive, there she is on horseback. She rides beautifully, confidently, and she gallops over to us. She once raced Lee and won hooves down. We chat for a while and offer to drive her home. She has a scene to finish so Lee and I go into her trailer to wait. Once inside, he starts looking through her things, determined to discover some secret.

He doesn’t mind that I see him doing this.

More evidence that everything isn’t exactly perfect for them.

On the way back home—and this is when I get my first true sense of her—she’s in the backseat, Lee and I are in the front, we’re in my Mercedes, I’m driving, and I put on this tape of a musician I like named Ry Cooder. He’s a wonderful guitarist and blues singer. As the music plays, she leans forward and I can feel her behind me, her clean, fresh fragrance, her aura, the warmth of her breath on my neck. I’ve known her for several days now, have experienced her at her most delicious, happy and smiling. I can tell that she likes me—she doesn’t love me, she likes me—and she keeps moving in closer, and I get this helpless sensation. I didn’t feel it with Ursula Andress or any of the other women from my past, but I do feel it with her and it’s unnerving.

We drive all the way back to Malibu because Lee’s car is parked at my house. I introduce Farrah and Lee to my fourteen-year-old son, Griffin, Tatum’s brother. He’s thrilled at the chance to meet the TV star whose poster is a favorite among his friends. It’s evening now and we decide to have dinner nearby at Orsini’s. Now Lee drinks and pees all the time, so he’s constantly getting up and leaving the table, which gives me long moments with Farrah. I try to be funny, and then mix in some anecdotes from my years in television. I just get rolling, and he’s back. “Here, Lee, have another beer.” He’s gone a long time, must be standing there like a plow horse. While he’s relieving himself, Farrah talks about throwing him a surprise going-away party at their commodious house in the hills. He’s departing for Canada again in several days to start a movie with Robert Mitchum, and I, selflessly, volunteer to help.

We finish dinner and go back to my house. By now, I’m nervous. Lee drives a Porsche and he’s been drinking all night. As I’m watching him and Farrah climb into this sports car and drive off, I say to myself, I hope he’s okay to drive. Looking back now, I shudder because I didn’t take his keys and insist they spend the night. Thankfully, they arrived home safely.

Farrah’s party for Lee is a big success! She’s a relaxed host. She puts people at ease. The vittles are surpassed only by the interesting guests. It’s an intimate group: Robert Mitchum, whom I’ve admired and secretly envied ever since I saw Out of the Past, the best noir film ever, and his son Jim, with whom I’d attended University High; singer/songwriter Paul Williams and his wife; Jack Palance and his daughter. Farrah is wonderful and we tease each other and flirt. We’ve initiated something. It seems to me we’re obvious but no one, including Lee, seems to notice. The only thing that keeps it from being a perfect evening is the absence of my daughter. Tatum is still in Canada making the film, but I’ve been regaling her over the phone about my dinners with Lee and Farrah. She’s electrified, can’t get enough. I remember that a few years back, Tatum and I were staying at the Pierre Hotel in New York, and she overheard the bellman mention to someone that Farrah was also a guest. My daughter camped out in the hotel lobby half the night waiting for a chance to meet her. They never connected. Maybe this should have been a premonition of things to come, but of course none of that occurred to me at the time. Tatum had always gravitated toward sophisticated women, cool characters whose chic exteriors did little to hide their neuroses. When I dated Bianca Jagger, she became Tatum’s fashion model. Tatum even emulated her characteristic hat and walking stick when she went to the podium to accept her Oscar as Best Supporting Actress of 1974. She was ten. And Ursula Andress never minded Tatum slipping into bed between us. Ursula thought it sweet. It worried me, but I allowed it to go on. I guess I recognized that Tatum was the primo female of the house, a role she would be loath to relinquish to Farrah.

Lee’s now back in Canada, phones me, implores me to call Farrah, make sure she’s okay. “She’s all alone up there,” he says. “Why don’t you take her to dinner one night?” I swear I can’t believe it. “Don’t worry, I’ve got Tatum here in Toronto,” he adds, thinking he’s being witty. A week goes by. I don’t call Farrah. I feel uncomfortable about it. Lee’s an okay guy and she seems susceptible to any emotional offer; plus I don’t want to look like a predator. I hold out, hoping maybe she’ll call me. She doesn’t. As I’m leafing through the newspaper I notice an ad: “Santa Monica Civic Auditorium Sunday night Ry Cooder.” A reason to call. That’s all I need. I pick up the phone and dial. She answers.

“I thought I’d hear from you,” she says, with more self-control than I can muster.

“Well, I have a reason to call you now. Your husband asked me to take you to dinner. I will if you’ll see Ry Cooder with me.”

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2012

    This book needs to be read with a grain of salt! It is not a boo

    This book needs to be read with a grain of salt! It is not a book to be taken seriously. It's more of a fantasy read - kind of like "Harry Potter"! A fantasy in which Ryan O'Neal is still, (and will always be), obsessed with! Ryan O'Neal and the late, Farrah Fawcett did not have a Love Story, as Ryan O'Neal is trying to imply, and make the world believe. Love is not suppose to hurt, yet Ryan O'Neal has abused Farrah Fawcett in so many ways, both physically and emotionally. Ryan O'Neal needs Farrah Fawcett, or rather Farrah's name, in order to stay in the media. No one really cares about his life,(reason why he didn't write a memior on such), yet released a memior based on his fantasy life with Ms. Fawcett. Ever since Ryan O'Neal met Farrah Fawcett, she was his ticket to feed his selfish ego! Ryan O'Neal does not care about anyone, including his own flesh and blood, except himself. It is a shame Mr. O'Neal is still trying to profit off of Ms. Fawcett, and trying to rewrite history with his fantasies. I'm sure Farrah Fawcett is turning over in her grave with the nonsense that is written in this novel. Either that, or she is laughing her beautiful butt off, in Heaven!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 19, 2012

    I read the book n 2 days. I don't view their relationship as a l

    I read the book n 2 days. I don't view their relationship as a love story and i don't think they were a golden couple. This is a relationship that should have never happend.
    Farrah should have worked out her marriage with Lee, and Ryan should have worked on his relationship with his kids.A relationship like this never has a happy ending because of the way they came together. i don't hink it was love, they was infatuated with each other. this was a nice and sweet lady that turned so bitter and angry. I think she regretted her divorce, but stuck with her decision because of the kid. I think Ryan just used her, because nothing was going on in his career. i think Lee got the better of this deal because now he is happily married to the love of his life.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 9, 2012

    This is an honest portrait of a relationship

    I really liked this book. While some parts were difficult to read, this is an honest depiction of Ryan O'Neal's and Farrah Fawcett's relationships. In spite of everything, it is evident that they loved each other. The most poignant moments in the book deal with Farrah's battle with cancer. Furthermore, it is evident that Mr. O'Neal is still greiving the loss of Ms. Fawcett and that he loves her still. A touching rememberence.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2012

    A grain of salt

    It only took me two days to read this book...I did enjoy it immensely but after watching the reality documentary of Ryan and Tatum...I witnessed Ryan's temper...stubborness..his anal tendencies and I do believe he is living in a fantasy world. I felt sorry for all his children but mostly Farrah. I too am in a marriage with similar ups and downs and it hit a nerve while reading how she changed. Abusive behavior can make one very bitter and I believe this is what happened to Farrah. God bless Alana Stewart....she was the angel by Farrah's side till the end.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2012

    Awesome

    This is an awesome book i have always admired farrah even as a little girl tthanks to ryan oneil for sharing some of his life with farrah highly recommend

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2012

    Great book

    I started this book and could't put it down. My heart bleeds for Ryan and losing the love of his life. Hopefully will make me appreciate life and love more. Felt his pain with his children and liked hearing what really happened,not what was written to sell more magazines. Loved all the great pictures. A good read

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2012

    A Real Love Story!

    Read the book in one sitting. The picture of Ryan and his son Redmond at Farrah's funeral says it all.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2012

    Good book

    This is a good read big fan of Farrah I believe ryan spoke from his heart when he wrote this book. Only the two of them know what really happened in their relationship but I believe they truly loved one another. I recommend thisI

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 5, 2012

    Enlightening

    I enjoyed the read.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 4, 2012

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    This is a really nice book! 1336166752379

    1 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted August 30, 2012

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    Sat at the computer.

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  • Posted July 25, 2012

    Very interesting.

    Can't put the book down. It is an easy read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2012

    Very Enjoyable.

    As with most celebreties,a facination with thier personal life is always interesting. I enjoy reading biographies or auto-biographies. You can feel Ryan's pain missing his love as well as the torment they both endured both physically and mentally with each other along with their own family. Learned some trivia on other celeb's as well.

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