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· Inside a legendary American family: Allegra Huston was the third child of John Huston’s fourth wife, the beautiful ballet dancer Ricki Soma. In this graceful, penetrating memoir, Allegra takes us into the world of a child unmoored by her mother’s sudden death and sent on an odyssey which took her from John Huston’s fabulous estate in Ireland, to the American suburbs, to a hidden paradise in Mexico—and, at the side of her older sister Anjelica, into the hilltop retreats of Jack Nicholson, Ryan O’Neal, and Marlon Brando. Allegra paints a vivid, caring, and affecting portrait of her parents and the luminous circle of friends, acquaintances, lovers, and artists who were a part of family life. .

· A revelatory twist and family connection: At the age of twelve Allegra Huston discovered her biological father to be the British aristocrat and historian John Julius Norwich. Suffused with a quiet intensity of emotion, Love Child explores family secrets and family bonds, and the unreliable certainties of memory—and ends with an unexpected triumph..

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ALLEGRA HUSTON was born in London and raised in Ireland, Long Island, and Los Angeles. She has worked with Chatto & Windus publishers in London and Weidenfeld & Nicolson, where she was Editorial Director from 1990 to 1994. A freelance writer and editor for more than ten years, her work has appeared in The Times, the Independent, the Tatler, and Harper’s Bazaar (all in the UK), in French Vogue, and in the U.S. in People magazine, the Santa Fean, and Mothering. She lives in Taos, New Mexico, with her six-year-old son, Rafa, and his father, Cisco Guevara.

 

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I am playing on the parquet floor of the drawing room. The wood is golden, with dark lines that swirl like puddles when you jump in them. The wax gleams dull. It must be a cloudy day.

There are grown-ups in the room, but I don't pay them much attention. The atmosphere is somber. I feel like I'm the only one who's entirely alive, so I slide my feet across the smooth floor to prove it. I'm wearing woolly tights and no shoes. I want to make some noise because the silence is getting loud, but I'm a good girl so I don't.

"I want you all to come up to Ricki's room."

I don't have to look up to know whose voice that is: precise, almost fussy, with a funny lilt. It's my godfather, Leslie Waddington. He has tight curly hair and a nose like a bird's beak. One of my favorite books is a field guide to birds.

His words clang a sour note in my ears. Why, I wonder, should everyone barge into my mother's room when she's not there? She's been away for a few days, and won't be back for days more. You don't go into people's rooms without permission. Still, I've already realized that there are many odd things in the world. I look up to see if there's anything especially odd about this one: any clues to what's going on.

Leslie doesn't look at me as he disappears out the door. Nor does anyone else. The sour note dies away: obviously whatever is going on doesn't include me. I relax. Vaguely I take notice of their backs, leaving.

"I think he means you too," says a woman's voice. It startles me. I thought they'd left me alone.

It's Leslie's wife, Ferriel, sunk in a low chair. Her blond hair hangs down as if it has invisible weights on the ends. She looks blue-gray, the same color as the walls. The light has gone out of the portion of space she's in.

Her eyes are flat. She doesn't "think." She knows he means me too.

I jump up, wanting to catch up before anyone notices that I didn't go with them. I hate being in the wrong. Also, I hate being late. I run out of the room.

This is where the memory ends. Upstairs, I will be lifted onto Mum's bed to sit between my brother, Tony, and my sister, Anjelica -- two dark heads flanking my little blond one. They're much older than me: eighteen and seventeen. I am four.

Leslie will sit on a low chair opposite us. He will tell me that my mother has been killed in a car crash while driving across France on her way to her father's house in northern Italy for a holiday. She will not come home. I will never see her again.

Anjelica and Tony already know. Leslie has taken on the task of telling me because Mum asked him to look after me if anything ever happened to her. He has choreographed this scene in her bedroom especially for me.

In the silence that followed his words, I let out a sound that my sister describes as a banshee wail. It went on much longer than the amount of breath I could possibly have held in my small lungs. It was unearthly, she says, like no sound she'd ever heard. It chilled her. I didn't cry.

I didn't cry on my first day at Stepping Stones nursery school, either. My best friend, Lionel Smith-Gordon, did, and I was mortified. I kissed my mother good-bye and edged away from Lionel, trying to pretend that I didn't know him. He was clinging to his mother, howling. We were two years old. I was very impressed by the children who were three.

I was a proper little English girl, with patent-leather shoes and a navy coat and clothes perfectly pressed by Nurse, my Irish nanny. There was a gilt A on the door of my room, for Allegra, and on the same landing a T for Tony and a K for Nurse. I thought it should have been an N, even after Nurse told me that her real name was Kathleen. I didn't see what that had to do with it. Everyone called her Nurse.

Every morning, Nurse gave me my breakfast in the pine-paneled kitchen, which opened onto the garden behind the house. One day, the mother who was supposed to pick me up and take me to school didn't come. I heard Mum's feet running down the stairs. She was still in her pajamas -- blue, my favorite color -- but she had real shoes on her feet, dark and square-toed. "I'll have to take you," she said. She grabbed a raincoat from a peg by the front door and tied the belt around her waist. I don't think it was raining.

I watched her as she drove: the bones of her hands sticking up above the steering wheel like little mountains, her eyes fixed on the road. The side of her nose and her cheek shone pale against her dark hair. She didn't look at me where I sat beside her in the passenger seat; she was concentrating on the road. We had waited too long for the mother who didn't come.

Her left hand reached over and slotted the gear stick down, across, and down again, slowing for a corner. It always amazed me that she didn't have to look. I could just see, under the sandy-colored raincoat, the pale blue edge of her pajamas where they fell into the hollow of her collarbone. I was wearing a kilt, I think: warm winter clothes, certainly. Woolly tights again. I was probably four by then, old enough to be carpooled to school. Mum died in January 1969. This can't have been long before.

I started to worry. She's driving too fast, I thought. The police will see us and stop us for speeding. They'll make her get out of the car. They'll take her to the police station. And there she'll be, with nowhere to hide and all those policemen, wearing only her pajamas and a raincoat.

I liked things to be correct. My favorite pastime was to practice writing, which I did in lined exercise books. Nurse would write out the alphabet for me, a letter to a page, in a column along the left side, and for hours I would form laborious a's, b's, and so on. If I messed up I would throw out the book and start a new one at a again. I made it as far as r -- Nurse's cursive, lowercase r's had fat loops at the top, and an angle of descent that for some reason I thought of as especially Irish. Line after line, I couldn't get mine to match hers. I was English, and obviously that had something to do with it; but I wasn't trying to write English r's, I was copying Nurse's. It drove me mad that I couldn't do it.

No one wanted perfection but me. Mum would have had more sympathy with the way my own son writes letters, adding extra crosspieces to an E or leaning an R forward and telling me it's running. She had grown up with a ballet dancer's ferocious discipline and obsession with detail. She didn't raise her children the same way.

In my room she hung a silvered glass ball, mottled dark like a planet of strange metals, and every night I fell asleep to the sound of Chopin on the record player. Her closest friends were artists. Often she took me to visit her friend Gina Medcalf, whose painting studio was a big open space with a window seat I loved to nestle in. Once we brought a Lego kit with a picture of a house on the box, whose regular windows, red-tiled roof, and solid-looking chimney were, to my eyes, perfect. I started putting it together, but it was hard, because you couldn't see the joins between same-colored blocks in the picture. Gina started playing around, seeing what other shapes she could make with the blocks we had: more fun, she urged me, than my mulish devotion to doing what the Lego people wanted us to do. I was having none of it. I'd chosen this Lego exactly because the blocks could make -- were supposed to make -- the house that was pictured on the box.

I didn't like things to be free-form; it unsettled me. I preferred paint-by-numbers and drawing by join-the-dots. I peered at the picture, figuring out how many blocks went between the window and the roof, and what it should look like on the other side. I could feel Mum's frustration. Her disappointment bled toward me, though she tried to conceal it. I knew she wished I was imaginative like Gina. I refused to feel it was my failing. I knew, as she and Gina obviously didn't, that there was a right way and a wrong way to do Lego. I was someone who did things right.

It's Mum's turn to carpool home from school. There are two of us, so we're in the back seat. Mum has stopped to buy something. She's left the car double-parked. The other cars have to edge around us.

My friend and I are bouncing as hard as we can on the springy seat while Mum is in the shop. It's the sixties; we don't have child seats. We're giggling and shouting: two little girls having the time of our lives.

Suddenly Mum's face is at the passenger-side window. She's angry. "Stop it! Right now! The brake isn't on and you'll make the car roll down the hill!"

We subside. I can feel the seat quivering. I'm embarrassed in front of my friend, having my mother tell us off. I'm silently indignant. It wasn't my fault she didn't put the brake on, and if she parked on a hill, why didn't she put it on instead of blaming us?

It intrigues me to think why some memories stayed when others were lost. In the years after Mum's death, most of my images of her faded away; but a few seared tracks in the electric labyrinth of my brain. It was pride that preserved the memory of being given a book, aged two, by a woman who said, "Of course she won't be able to read it yet," and I knowing that I could, and sitting on the top step of the stairs with Nurse and reading it as Mum showed the woman to the door. And fear that preserved others, such as the time we watched a friend of Mum's walk like a circus performer along the high rafter of a barnlike room in Kent; or the time Mum and I got out of a train on the way to Cornwall to buy something to drink, maybe, from the kiosk on the platform. As we walked back toward our compartment, the train started to move. I tugged at her, straining for the nearest door. I couldn't understand why she still walked calmly down the platform while the train was gaining speed and about to leave without us -- why she didn't at least run. When we got to our door, which was still open, I put my hand on her wrist to climb the steps. She climbed them behind me.

And memory after memory of Mum and a car.

"Your mother's new car is here, Allegra! Come and see it!"

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