Monday, January 31, 2011

ANOTHER REVIEWER FAILS TO BE IMPRESSED BY MS FORREST MEMOIR...

A review by Tamzin Baker for the Finanical Times regarding Emma Forrest's memoir 'Your Voice In My Head', and once again... the book appears to be leading people to ask the same question; exactly what it is the purpose of this book?  Or, put another way; why has it really been written?!


EXTRACT

Despite its premise, the memoir lacks the self-examination we might expect. The motives propelling Forrest to cut herself aren’t sufficiently explored: analysis of herself is forsaken for self-exhibition. The narrative too frequently turns to the celebrities she ogles in the West Village, including Monica Lewinsky, with whom she swaps diet tips in a café. 

Forrest may have felt she had to pad her narrative with frivolity to soften the impact of the more introspective passages. Or perhaps her past was still too painful. In the end, we’re left wondering: who is Emma Forrest and why is she so tortured? 

http://www.ft.com/cms/s/2/7533cc5e-2a61-11e0-804a-00144feab49a.html#axzz1CdCoO0c3

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

GUARDIAN UK ARTICLE: REVIEW OF ME, ME, ME... A.K.A. EMMA FORREST!

Here’s another review, this time by John Grace for the Guardian UK, and it certainly doesn‘t paint a pretty picture.  Although the piece has been condensed into extracts - it still doesn’t take away the fact these are the words the writer has written.  And it would appear Ms Forrest has a somewhat misguided and highly esteemed notion of herself, which unfortunately, confirms our worst fears.  Yes, this is a woman who seeks unrelenting approval from family, friends and therapists alike.  As well as harbouring a needless craving to be supervised for no other reason than her fanciful ego.  In short: this is someone who requires regular mollycoddling in order to be able to function and conduct their privileged life.  It beggars the question; is a lot of her mental instability down to herself simply not wanting take on the responsibility of being an adult?  We all want to be told we‘re ‘different‘ and we‘re ‘special’, but most of us cannot afford the luxury of hiring someone to be on call 24/7 to constantly tell us so!


ARTICLE: THE GUARDIAN UK BY JOHN GRACE

Day after day as a 13-year old girl I would go to the Tate and stare at the same Millais painting. I would look up at Ophelia and tears would be streaming down her face. She was crying for me.

Perhaps because I was 22, settled in Manhattan, with my first bestselling novel about to be published and my family back in England, it took a while for anyone to notice I had gone beyond the warm waters of weird. I did have a boyfriend – the Unfamous Boyfriend – but I was cutting myself six times a day and that was how I first met Dr R, after a spell in A&E. He saw the sadness in me, he came to all my book signings and told me I was the best writer in the world. Eight years later, after I had found out he had died, I rang his answerphone repeatedly to tell him how selfish he was for dying and leaving me on my own.

Dr R is furious with himself that he did not recognise the intensity of my pain immediately and could not prevent my suicide attempt, but I decide to forgive him this once. "I am like a broken doll," I said, "and I need you to put me back together again." "A broken doll I can mend," he replied, "but a broken record is beyond help."

I tell him about my first suicide attempt and how nobody at the Priory understood me. He nods deeply. I sense he is holding back his own tears. I tell him about my move to New York and how the first time I had sex it was almost against my will. I tell him how I have 36 bras hung above my bed, crucified for my sins. "Your writing really needs help," he says.

Six months after I get out of hospital I'm feeling great and I'm dating this drop-dead gorgeous World Famous Writer. "He's much better looking than you," I say to Brad Pitt. Brad thinks I'm joking. I'm not. Yet I know WFW is not the one for me. "That's OK," says Dr R. "Just write about him instead." So I knock out an Oscar-winning screenplay in two days and earn $3m. Somewhere on the other side of the Atlantic, my Gypsy Husband, whom I'm not going to name as he is a huge movie star but as you are bound to google him immediately we'll call him Colin Farrell, is landing in LA.

For the first time in our sessions, Dr R looks distracted. He tells me he has a famous patient who has overdosed in the Chateau Marmont. "That's sad," I say. "But I am your most special patient aren't I?" "Of course," he replies. I'm not wholly convinced, so I ring my parents and friends to ask if I am the most beautiful, talented and special girl in the world to them. They all reply, "Yes", but I cut myself anyway after writing a Bafta nominated screenplay.

I am in bed with GH, aka Colin. We are totally and utterly in love. Mum and Dad love him and say he's completely normal for an A-list Hollywood actor. I ring Dr R to let him know how happy I am. He starts coughing, so I put the phone down and melt in GH's embrace. A week later I discover Dr R has died of lung cancer without even saying goodbye. I sob for my loss and his rudeness.

After a year together planning a family, GH tells me he needs space. I am beyond desolate. My tears are projectile. My family rush to my side, but it's Dr R I need. I seek out one of his colleagues and ask her what she thinks of me. ''I know I ought to be moved by your story, but I'm left cold," she replies. "You are a high-maintenance narcissist who appears to have learned almost nothing about herself, despite eight years of therapy." I decide she wasn't quite the person I was looking for and find another who tells me I'm wounded and wonderful.

Time passes and I go out with an internationally acclaimed TV presenter; it's not Russell Brand, but it could have been. It doesn't last, but I feel curiously strong and remain so even when GH announces he is having a baby with his new Gypsy Wife. "You are now cured," my mother says. "You've had the world famous writer, the film star and the presenter. Now you're ready to fail to have a relationship with the Nobel prize winner."

I go back to the Tate. Ophelia dries her eyes, steps out of the river and hugs me.

Digested read, digested: The Oscar for most Self-Obsessed Writer goes to . . .

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/jan/24/your-voice-in-my-head

Sunday, January 23, 2011

THE OBSERVER REVIEW OF: YOUR VOICE IN MY HEAD...

Here's a VERY interesting review by Julie Myserson for the Observer, who has read Emma Forrest's book and came to her own realistic conclusion.  She also observes and ponders some very interesting points.

PS. On her blog Ms Forrest refers to the Myerson's article as a 'hatchet' job...

Watch out Julie Myerson, Emma has friends, and lots' of ex-lovers in high places!

REVIEW; THE OBSERVER

Just like physical illness, mental illness has, in one way or another, affected almost every family I know. Attempting to map its vicious and debilitating extremes in an honest way seems to me both a brave and a useful exercise. We need to hear about these things and understand them better. I began Emma Forrest's memoir about her descent into depression and mania with what I hope was a wholly sympathetic heart.

As a writer, Forrest – who has been publishing articles since her teens – knows what she's doing. Her prose is smart and frequently witty and there are echoes of early Lorrie Moore in her ability to lampoon the precise detail that tells you all you need to know about a character or situation. And, though it would be unfair to assume that this book came easily to her, still it dances along with all the lyrical panache of a novel.

Indeed, there's a fairytale element to this tale of a bright and attractive 22-year-old from a loving, if eccentric, family who, on contract to the Guardian and with a first novel about to come out, moves to Manhattan to write. Many would envy her, so it's perhaps not surprising that for some time she keeps her real life (and self) secret. Lonely, bulimic and increasingly self-destructive, she binges, purges and cuts herself with razors, while embarking on a series of casual and abusive sexual relationships.

Finally, having reached the point where "sex didn't register unless it hurt", she finds herself in a hospital emergency ward and from there manages to get herself to Dr R, a likeably down-to-earth psychiatrist. Ultimately, with his help, she turns herself around. But that's not until she's made a serious suicide attempt, come home and done a spell in the Priory, and spent several more years in damaging relationships, all of it made more disorientating by the fact that Dr R dies suddenly of lung cancer without any of his patients knowing he was ill.

Unsurprisingly, this death – the shock of it, and the inevitable sense of having been abandoned – looms large for Forrest. And at first I was on her side. Though distraught, she seems to grasp the fact that the psychiatrist's death is principally a tragedy for him, his wife and two young children. But a hundred or so pages on – having now even quizzed his dignified widow over lunch – she is still asking questions like "why, why, why didn't he give me any warning?" This is when I began to lose patience. As a portrait of manic self-obsession, Forrest's memoir is frank and acute. But does she realise this is what she's written?

Maybe it's precisely this self-obsession that lies at the heart of her illness, but it is hard to read on without a bad taste in the mouth. What are we to make of her constant need to have men – and especially famous men – desire her, and then hurry off to catalogue it all in a tone that's a little too close to crowing for comfort?

Writing screenplays now and moving from New York to Beverly Hills, the opportunities are rife. There's the on-off flirtation with the "award-winning" writer. And the playwright whose "talent looms over anyone our age who wants to be a writer", who asks if she thinks they'll ever sleep together. Or the "movie star with a storied reputation" who spends a year telling her he wants her to have his babies, only to dump her apparently without warning. (Incidentally, although the movie star remains unnamed, two clicks of a mouse will tell you that he was at this time already the father of a young child by someone else – surely a crucial fact which Forrest must have known but, bafflingly, omits to mention.)

By now, though, I no longer knew who to believe or what to think. So Forrest had her heart broken by an actor famous for his womanising behaviour? But is it also possible that she wasn't the most stable of companions? When she tells us how she stalked him for weeks afterwards, sending him "bizarre and random" notes about what she was having for dinner, you can't help feeling a flicker of sympathy for him. He answers her emails coolly and doesn't respond to her texts. She seems surprised. I'm not.

Dr R had suggested Forrest go to Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous, an idea she didn't heed. Who knows whether it would have helped but, as she moves on to new psychiatrists and (presumably) new men, you can't help hoping she'll find what she really needs: someone who'll see straight through her and not fall for her oh-so-plausible lines on everything. And then, chillingly, you worry that the very existence of this book will provide her with the one thing she needs like a hole in the head: an audience.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/jan/23/emma-forrest-your-voice-in-my-head-review

Thursday, January 20, 2011

I'M TRYING TO PIECE TOGETHER THE DATES... HAVE I GOT THIS RIGHT?

JULY 2008:
The first time we are informed of Farrell’s relationship with Emma.  The article states they have been dating for last 6 months so this would place them as having met in January 2008.

JULY 2008:
Within a week or so we now have photo’s of them buying a ‘pregnancy test’ including the leaving behind of a receipt, which if I remember rightly, we as Farrell fans found somewhat peculiar behaviour coming from Colin?!  Since coming out of rehab he seems to very much endeavoured to keep his ‘private’ life just that; Private.  So this sudden ‘unguarded’ moment did seem a tad strange to us.  Incidentally, this is the same day when later Colin would crash his truck into another vehicle and leave the note on the windscreen.

OCTOBER 2008:
Emma visits Colin on the set of ‘Ondine’.  This is the last photo I can find of them together.
 

DECEMBER 2008 - JANUARY 2009: HOLIDAY PERIOD
20 Dec - Emma is off to Istanbul, where she stays during the festive season, posting regularly on her blog.  She arrives back home around January 5th.

*If Colin and Emma did spend their Christmas, and the New Year apart then I think most people would consider this rather odd for a couple during the first year of their relationship?  (perhaps doctors, nurses or armed forces couple's but he's an actor and she's a writer... they're not off fighting, or saving someone's life!)

Golden Globes: now this is an interesting time slot… the Golden Globes were in January 2009, and there is not one single photo, I can find, of Colin and Emma together - even though they were both in attendance that night.  So had they already parted company by then? 

VERSION 1:
Colin begins to have strong feelings towards his co-star Alicja Bachleda whilst they are filming ‘Ondine’.  She feels the same.  Colin ends his relationship with Emma Forrest around sometime between November, or December 2008.  It would make sense why he wasn’t photographed with her at the Golden Globes, and so he probably didn’t deem it necessary to thank her during his speech.

VERSION 2:
What if Emma is right, in that Colin and her were still in a relationship, which was still sexually active, up to and during January 2009 then yes… this means Colin ‘did’ cheat on her.  And this also means that sweet, controlled, and Polish good-girl Alicja… ‘knowingly’ had an affair with another woman’s man!

If this does turn out to be the ‘real’ version of events, then I will be the first to hold my hands up and apologise to Ms Forrest… however, it still doesn’t change my mind that the book is a ‘kiss & tell’ wrapped up in the false belief it’s really a dedication to Dr R.   But respect where it is due… and Colin Farrell fan or not: I will salute you for your effort in trying to get your own back!

VERSION 3:   
What if Colin ‘deliberately’ got Alicja pregnant (unbeknown to her) just because he yearned for another child?  ANSWER: this man ‘seriously’ needs psychological help!

VERSION 4:
What if Colin and Alicja had both, decided to have a baby… this really would be disturbing.  Firstly, it would prove Colin was a sperm-seeking idiot, and secondly, that Alicja saw Colin as meal ticket to Hollywood films.  


WHAT WE KNOW...
It’s certainly more than a little confusing!  We know Colin and Alicja had to have been sexually involved with each other at some time during January 2009, (due to one baby Henry arriving in Oct 2009).  We know that in April they were first photographed together as a couple.  


Whichever way you look at it, there's not much of a gap between relationships, but then with Alicja pregnant, Colin clearly did the ’right’ thing and stood by her, and at least they both tired to give the relationship a go for the sake of their child.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

AN INDEPTH ANALYSIS OF EXTRACTS FROM: YOUR VOICE IN MY HEAD...

As I read these latest excerpts from Emma Forrest’s book… I cannot help but be astounded by how much Emma remembers of her conversations with Colin.  Or, did she just have a secret tape recorder with her at all times?  

I have written an epic post here, but for those who do read it, I hope it gives a realistic alternative to the self-absorbed material Emma Forrest has written in regards to her brief, and past relationship with Colin Farrell.  The reason I've written it is simple; to discover the truth!

EXTRACTS & MY OWN ANALYSIS

Yet for all the women he has dated and then split up from - including two with whom he has children - not one has ever told her story. Not one has ever revealed what it is truly like to be with Farrell.

Until now.

Because last week, little-known writer Emma Forrest, whom Farrell dated for a year, released a memoirs that seems to be nothing less than a thinly veiled account of her own romance with the Castleknock bad boy.

In the book, Your Voice In My Head, she suggests that the actor didn't just woo her: he pursued her around the world, he texted her relentlessly, flew her family out on holiday with them, made endless promises of undying love - then walked out with barely a word.

At last!  Someone is beginning to review the book with common sense and like me, and you, is beginning to realise that a lot of this memoir is based on a lot of ‘suggesting'.  As perhaps some might say is my epic post, but if it's good enough for Emma then it's good enough for me!

But if that all sounds like the behaviour of a lovable rogue, then far more shocking is her claim that he repeatedly badgby ered her to have a baby with him, even picking a name for the child and buying it clothes - right up to the moment he dumped her.

Months later, he was having a baby with a co-star.

So damning are the revelations that Forrest has even said she contacted Farrell ahead of publication to warn him about how it might be interpreted by elements of the media.

Yet by the same token, she didn't go so far as to keep quiet.

Instead, she sets out every intimate aspect of the relationship - from the moment they were introduced at a famed Los Angeles hotel. From then on, it seems, Emma Forrest will be holding nothing back.

Again, it’s good to finally see someone else question the precarious content of her book with understandable suspicion.

'At dinner, following a film screening, I am introduced to a man with long flowing hair who is wearing a keffiyeh,' Forrest writes. 'He looks like the world's campest terrorist but he's actually a movie star with a storied reputation, much of it here, at the Chateau Marmont hotel. In the candle-lit garden we sit next to each other and talk and he admits later that every single thing he tells me is intended to translate as "I'm not like you've heard I am". It works.' The pair's connection did not immediately become physical, she says; instead, Farrell rang and texted Forrest incessantly, asking her to play him favourite songs over the phone. She describes a 'barrage of texts, poems broken up into thirty little pieces'.

She describes him not as attractive but 'softly wounded, like distressed velvet. A touchable sadness'.

Yet for all her poetry, the couple are soon in a sexual relationship which appears to be becoming more serious by the minute. The star, she says, invited her to his film opening four months in advance - insisting that he wanted them to walk the red carpet together. He worried about her, she writes, and was always protective.

After reading these excerpts; it’s hard not to ask yourself if Ms Forrest has ever been in a relationship with a man before.  It’s certainly probable she has never found herself in a position of interest with a man of Colin Farrell’s fame and calibre before. 

But as we know, Ms Forrest has been hanging around the music scene from a very young age; how many 15 year olds do you know who managed to bag an interview with Madonna for their school newspaper?  And by the grand old age of 20; she was a top music journalist.  It’s clearly not what you know, but who you know.  Or, in Emma’s case having wealthy and influential parents.
 
Then came writing novels such as ‘namedropper‘, inspired no doubt from hanging around or bribing anyone, with a connection to anyone who was a ‘name’ within the wonderful world of celebrity.  During recent years she has enlisted herself into the world of ‘acting’ in the form of script-writing. 

So if a good-looking, Hollywood actor starts hitting on you, would it be fair to say most women would be ‘flattered’.  But of course Emma Forrest is not ‘most’ women… she is uniquely complex?!  So no, she didn’t find Colin Farrell the Hollywood movie star attractive, but… ‘softly wounded’.  I’m sorry, but it doesn’t matter how you dress it up in fanciful words this means exactly the same as finding someone attractive!
 

In her memoir, Ms Forrest appears to be wanting to portray herself as a naïvely complicated woman whom clearly has no understanding of the power of her own attractiveness around the male species. 

Yet, this is a woman who openly admits to being sexually reckless.  But unlike other women doesn’t have the gut’s to admit she ‘knew exactly what she was doing at the time‘.  No, this is a woman who instead conveniently chooses to blame any such reckless behaviour on the mental condition of being ‘manic’.  And it’s turning out to be a very useful condition, and a brilliant excuse for just about every regrettable shag she’s had so far!

Once they start dating, we are told that Farrell was ‘insisting‘ they will walk the red carpet together. Now why would he do that?  You don’t suppose it’s because he considered you to be his girlfriend, and therefore, it seemed natural to him to invite you?  Maybe, he was also trying to ‘help’ you (career) in a gentlemanly discreet way? 

But what’s really interesting is why you, felt the need to reveal this precise snippet of information with the reader?  Surely, it cannot be that you are ‘still’ reeling from the fact his ‘gesture’, and your ‘opportunity in the spotlight’ never saw the light of day?

'He doesn't like that my front gate doesn't close properly, so, though he is on a film set thousands of kilometres away, he sends builders to build it and make me a bolt lock for my front door,' she writes.

Even that, though, couldn't prepare her for the shock she feels when the actor decides to announce casually during a late-night phone call that he wants to have a baby.

'When I get back from this film, let's have a miniature human, that grows,' Forrest says he told her. She froze in surprise, then suggested a name: Pearl. And Pearl would come to dominate their conversations for the rest of their relationship, though not always in romantic and endearing terms.

'With his hand over my mouth so I can't answer back, he says, "I would rather die than not knock you up",' Forrest writes. According to the picture painted in the memoir, the star - whom she calls 'GH' throughout because he is her Gypsy Husband - was constantly drawing Forrest in more deeply. He sent her presents and love letters from all over the world, she says, from a Kenyan Barbie doll to a T- shirt he had covered in a handwritten love letter. The couple met in New York and he suggested they plan a trip to Istanbul. They laughed about the tabloid rumours that had begun to swirl about their relationship.

This believe it or not Emma, is not uncommon behaviour, and these are not uncommon subject matters talked about when two people are engaged in the first flushes of a new romance.  And the fact you ‘froze in surprise’ at his suggestion to have a miniature human being, yet you were not ‘froze in shock’ can only suggest that you too were completely in agreement.  Who knows… maybe he read ‘your’ mind?

'I tell him my sister, having surveyed the internet, has collated the comments into one conclusion: "You are having a fat ugly baby that's using GH to sell books".' Farrell replied: 'That's only if it's a girl, love. If it's a boy, it's an unwashed anorexic who's using you to boost its intellectual credibility.' But Forrest dismissed the rumours, instead falling harder and harder for the tortured Irishman - admiring his 'intellect, his kindness, his sensitivity'. He listened tenderly as she told him of her own struggles; her bulimia, suicide attempts and self- mutilating. But she felt that Farrell helped her and they were 'good people together'.

She writes: 'I love him, and for the first time in a relationship, I also like me. Every time he says, "I love you", I answer, "I believe you".'

A typical loved-up couple loving all there is to love about each other.  Imagining what their future could hold, should their new found happiness last, which of course at this stage everyone believes it will.  So again, this is all pretty normal behaviour.  A lot of couple’s go off on a hedonistic trip when they first meet.  Suddenly, you find yourself viewing the world through rose-tinted glasses, everything has optimistic hope, and your dreams are ever-lasting because at that moment in time you are both ideal people living in your own loved up ideal world.

Farrell, according to Forrest's tale, certainly went to great lengths to bolster her belief in him, going so far as to fly her parents on holiday with the couple and worrying about the impression he would make. But he soon ingratiated himself. Her father, for example, loved the fact that the actor butters his digestive biscuits; her mother loved that he was reading Chekhov.

A natural progression from the ‘getting to know you’ stage is generally followed on with the ‘getting to know your parents‘.  Once again… perfectly, normal behaviour. 

As Farrell won over the family, he continued to discuss babies, telling her: 'The only thing I know for certain is that I want us to be a family.' The actor brought Forrest to what is clearly an Irish village, though she never names it, while he was filming a new movie. The two were pictured together at Castletownbere, Co. Cork, while he was working on Ondine, starring alongside Polish beauty Alicja Bachleda- Curus: and it seems Farrell continued his obsession with Forrest and their baby while there, repeatedly asking the writer: 'Are you mine?' He was so absorbed with the idea of Forrest giving birth that he actually began buying the imagined baby presents.

“The only thing I know for certain is I want us to be a family”.  This sounds very much like a couple who ‘like’ the idea of starting a family one day‘, and during the course of their relationship have even begun to take it to another level by ‘toying’ around and ‘playing out’ the fantasy.  It’s not so unusual as long as both persons are in agreement.  Which you both were.

Cleverly, Emma also sows the seed of the ‘other woman’.  Farrell is filming ‘Ondine’ with a Polish female co-star, but during the film he is still with her and he is repeatedly asking her, ‘Are you mine?  I believe this is pure artistic license on Ms Forrest’s part  -  as a writer she knows the ‘order’ in which you tell a story can have a great effect on the mindset of your reader who will hopefully allow their imagination to travel along the same path as you are implying the order of events were happening.  It’s called story-telling.  What Forrest is really doing is making sure you know that there is 'another' woman on the scene, and she feels threatened.

Leaving our hotel for dinner, we happen upon a local arts and crafts store,' she writes. 'Amongst the Aran sweaters and knit handbags is a fluffy pink coat for a baby girl, with attached rabbit's ears at the hood, and a soft flannel carrot sewn into one pocket. It's the cutest thing we've ever seen.' Farrell called it 'Pearl's rabbit coat'.

'He touches the coat. He strokes it. He feels it against his cheek,' she writes. 'He paces back and forth, in and out of the store. We head back towards the hotel. He turns on his heels and goes back into the shop. He comes out with Pearl's coat in a plastic bag.'

Now the story of the fluffy pink coat complete with rabbit ears and carrot pocket.  Again, she is trying to ‘influence’ her reader’s thought process by attempting to shift the emphasis away from herself.  He went back and purchased the coat.  

Ms Forrest wants us to think that it is Farrell, who is the one pursing the idea of having a baby.  Yet at the same time Forrest doesn’t appear to be trying to discourage him from the idea.  So the idea of having a baby also appealed to her too.  Interestingly, how do we know Ms Forrest wasn’t responding to his baby quest actions in an equally positive manner?  Was she actively encouraging him to develop the idea into a reality?  Think back to the discovery of the ‘fluffy baby girl’s pink coat’; “It’s the cutest thing 'we’ve' ever seen”.  Did Farrell purchase the item because he thought it would please her? 

The book records how Forrest flew home and he continued his devotion. He booked a trip to see her, she says. 'He texts me from the plane to say he'll be in my arms in a few hours and our life together will begin in earnest.

'Then he turns off his phone and the plane takes off.' And yet hours later, it seems, everything has changed: the Farrell who arrives at her door is not the same lovesick man whom Forrest last saw in the Irish village - or even the same man who texted her so optimistically from the plane.

He turns up shaking, looking horrible. They go upstairs to lie on the bed - and, crying, he tells her that he needs 'space'. She, shocked and dazed, wonders 'where he put Pearl's coat'.

Indeed, by Forrest's account it took a few moments for her to realise that Farrell was ending the relationship. She asked whether he only wanted her to get pregnant because he thought it would keep him from leaving. Farrell admitted that could be true.

'This is what love should be like: what we have,' he told her. 'This is the standard we'll both hold out for when we're next with someone.' The realisation that her world was falling apart sent Forrest into a tailspin. She locked herself in the bathroom while, outside the door, Farrell begged her not to resort to self-mutilation.

She told him to leave and take the food she'd prepared.

How abrupt?  Or, was it?  How do we know that their relationship wasn’t starting to show cracks?  Maybe one of them could sense something wasn’t quite right, but the other one was oblivious to any such signs?

So Colin has made the decision to end his relationship with Emma, but he gives no indication of such during the text conversation on the plane; Why?  Did he want to tell her face to face - no matter how painful it would be for them both?  So was his ‘romantically worded’ text maybe a safe guard - to make sure she didn’t do anything ‘silly’ before he saw her?  Some might claim he was leading her on with such cruel wording, but how far gone was Ms Forrest in her ‘love’ for him? 

How do we know Emma’s love wasn’t becoming, or had become ‘over-powering‘, or her behaviour ’too needy’?  Were there aspects of her own character that had now surfaced which were causing Farrell concern?  Did he begin to panic and worry about being in a relationship with her?  Did this lead him to now start questioning whether she was a woman stable enough to genuinely, cope being in a relationship with him, and this led him to question the idea of having a child with her?  


She asked whether he only wanted her to get pregnant because he thought it would keep him from leaving. Farrell admitted that could be true.
Is he telling her things he knows, she wants to hear.  Is it his way of triying to stop her doing something stupid?  Remember, he now 'knows' how her mind works.

Certainly Emma’s behaviour following the break-up is worthy of note, but probably not in the sympathetic way she would like us to think.

Now the man who had helped her feel whole had sent her back into panic and depression. She slept with a stranger; she began renting videos on Farrell's video card; she emailed him and texted, begging to meet him in person.

'Barrelling towards rock bottom, I reach out to GH, tell him things are not good and I would like to speak face to face,' Forrest writes.

'He does not reply. For two days I roil in shock, knowing that he will. But he doesn't. Finally, an email, cool, saying he's "glad I'm doing well", no mention of what I said.' Forrest considered suicide, even lining up the pills that she would take. But she finally came to a realisation.

'When GH asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes, I think he knew what he would do, what he would have to do, and he was mourning us. He was mourning us the whole time.' But the final blow was yet to come. Six months after the couple broke up, a journalist emailed Forrest a photo showing Farrell and his new, heavily pregnant girlfriend - obviously in her second trimester, meaning she became pregnant around the same time that Farrell and Forrest split up. The girl, of course, was his former Ondine co-star Alicja.

She writes. 'I know I'm supposed to cut myself. That's the hotwire.' Instead, she goes for a walk through New York City, takes a ferry - and manages to find some sort of closure.

'I finally get it now,' she writes. 'It's really very simple: That wasn't my baby. That wasn't my husband.'

FACT: People react in different ways to the end of a relationship, and the reactions of Ms Forrest are not so extreme.  The act of sleeping with a stranger is quite common during such times.  We believe by replacing the person with someone else, we will somehow erase all traces of the person we really want to be with. 

‘Stalker’ behaviour can also be common.  We cannot accept they do not want to be with us, or even talk to us.  The more they ignore you, the more you persist.

These are natural reactions for some people, and does not necessarily mean they are being ’manic’ in a mentally unstable way.  They are hurt, and angry.  In Ms Forrest’s case, she has already been given a diagnosis of being ‘manic’ so yes, she could potentially be a danger to herself. 

However, she appears to be fully aware of her ‘actions’ during this time, so much so she has remembered them all and put them in her book.  In other words; she was in control, and therefore, not a danger to herself in the physical sense.  And mentally, she is able to process what is happening.

The revelation: “I finally get it now.  It’s really very simple.  That wasn’t my baby.  That wasn’t my husband”.  

Basically, she has no choice, but to admit and recognise the facts for what they are.  So mentally, she is in control of her thoughts enough to be consciously aware of herself, and her actions.

Ingeniously, she words her ‘realisation’ in the order of child first, and the man comes second (remember; she is a writer).  But you could pose the question: Does this mean having Farrell’s child was actually more important to her than the actual relationship of being with him? 

Farrell has yet to respond publicly to the book's claims.

This is emotional blackmail at its finest.  It’s the classic ‘Catch 22’.  If Colin responds - then he immediately lends credibility to the book. 

Before the book is published, Emma takes it upon herself to make sure Farrell knows a) she has written about him in her memoir, and b) offers him to opportunity to read it. 

Genius!  At last Emma has got his ‘attention’.  He will have to respond to her offer in some way.  Thereby, he has to acknowledge her presence (in the literary sense) along with their past relationship… all over again. 

Colin has moved on; Emma will not allow herself too.  She still wants to have some form of ‘attachment’ to him, but why?  What exactly is it that Emma cannot deal with; not having Colin in her life, the fact he left her, or not having his child? 

He chooses not to read the book, and sends her a lovely letter ‘graciously declining the offer’. We know this because Emma told us! 

If Colin reads her book this means Emma has established a form of personal contact with him. 

This is a woman he did not want to continue a relationship with, and so he left, and following his departure he stopped all contact with her.  So clearly, he does not wish to remain on ‘talking’ terms.  Now he is being coupled to her again via her book, and asked to read and comment on the book's content in regards to himself and their past relationship.  Farrell has to respond in some way; he chooses to write her a letter rather than picking up the phone to talk to her in person. 

Put yourself in Farrell’s shoes; if he picked up the phone and spoke to Emma Forrest, what would happen?  Would she treat the conversation as a private conversation between the two of them?  She wrote a book detailing every aspect of their time and conversations together - so no, it’s more likely his every word would be recorded, analysed and summarised, and probably done so in a very public way. 

Would she want to become personal with him, and discuss their past relationship, and where it went wrong?  Of course she would, that’s why she’s written about him, and sent him a copy of what she’s written in order to gain a response.  And this would now place Farrell in a very difficult and potentially dangerous position.  Would Emma accept his reasons, or would she only hear what she wanted to hear?  Would she become emotional, and then desperate; would she do something to harm herself?  And if she did who would be responsible for the action; Colin, or Emma?  Or, put another way... who would be held accountable?

So it’s perhaps understandable to see why Farrell believes having no contact with Forrest is probably the safest option all round.  It is not necessarily out of guilt on his part, but maybe out of protection for her, against herself; both mentally and physically. 

And what if Farrell did object to some of the content written about him; is there really anything he could do?  How would Ms Forrest react when informed?  I believe we all know the answer to this - as does Colin.  The story would be splashed all over the tabloids, and therefore, immediately give the impression that Emma Forrest must be telling the truth because Farrell ‘objected’ to something in the book.  It wouldn’t matter what he objected too; how much or how little.  The very fact he objected to something would be enough to give credence to her book.  And for Emma, this would be the icing on the cake.  She would ‘know’ for sure that he had read her words, and so for her - she has succeeded in gaining personal involvement with Colin again.

And of course, readers must remember that Forrest readily confesses to a deeply troubled past.

Yet this is, after all, a man who tattooed the pet name of his first wife, Millie, on the ring finger of his left hand - despite the fact that the marriage lasted just months. He claimed medical student girlfriend Muireann McDonnell was 'the one', and had sons with both Bachleda and US model Kim Bordenave.

None of these relationships has lasted, however.

So while Emma Forrest may herself be a complex young woman - and possibly one of the most naive on the planet - it seems likely that her account of life with Farrell is the truth. And while his behaviour may add to his allure for some, for most women it can only serve as a warning that this bad boy is exactly as bad as everyone says.

The fact Colin Farrell did go on to have a child with someone else could be viewed as completely irrelevant, or a deliberate act?  It’s a question I don’t believe we’ll ever ‘truly’ know, and in all honesty, it really is none of our business… or Ms Forrest’s.

If Farrell began to develop intense feelings toward his co-star Alicja Bachelda, and this made him realise his feelings towards Emma Forrest were not as strong as he’d thought.  Then wasn’t he actually ‘right’ to leave the relationship with Ms Forrest?    

Break-ups are never easy; no matter who is in the wrong or right.  Farrell ended his relationship with Emma for his own reasons.  Maybe, he just wanted out, or maybe, he did realise he had feelings for somebody else. But at the end of the day he didn’t purposely try and prolong Ms Forrest’s anguish. So I don‘t believe we can fully blame Colin for Emma’s continued self-anguish towards herself?!

Farrell to his credit has treated Ms Forrest with far more ‘respect’ than she has given him.  He has shown himself to be an adult, and someone who actually does ‘care’ about the people he’s been involved with.  He has allowed this book to go ahead without complaint and without public bitterness.   

Emma Forrest pretends to her disillusioned self, but mostly to others, that Farrell ‘truly’ understands her more so than any other.  And would like us to believe that Colin ‘understands’ her reasons for writing about him in her memoir, and so therefore… shouldn’t we? 

It’s dreamily optimistic and she knows it's false… as is her spoken admiration about him as a person, and an actor.  How can you admire someone as a person - let alone as an actor who left you so heartbroken you dedicate pages of your memoir exposing him as a baby-obsessed liar and cheat! 

The same as it’s difficult to believe Farrell can really want to try and understand a woman who has written intimate details about him and their time together.  Would anyone, be able to maintain a genuine and non-judgemental understanding about someone who has done such a thing?

The only thing we DO KNOW is that Emma Forrest is a woman who did not see, or want to believe that her relationship with Colin Farrell had come to an end. And the fact he did go on and have a baby with another woman is very much the core of her continued and self-governing heartache.  She was a woman who was in pain, and allowed the pain to turn into anger, the anger to turn into blame, and the blame to turn into revenge.

Her work is a constant and blatant attempt to keep herself ‘linked‘ to the name Colin Farrell; such as her screen play ‘Liars‘.  But why does she continually have to associate herself with this man?  Is it because she’s angry, lonely, depressed, manic, childless or still heartbroken?  Or, is it simply because she wants to be regarded as a ‘famous‘ person in her own right? 

Emma Forrest started out in her career thanks to influence and a big name, and it seems she has continued to make this her code of working practice ever since.  She knows only too well association by name can take you a long way in your career.  However, personal happiness is something you have to discover then nurture all by yourself…  and you cannot do that when you are obsessing over something or someone which has been, and gone.

To write a memoir in homage to your deceased therapist would be plausible even for Emma Forrest.  But sadly, this book has not been written out of ‘respect’ to Dr R, and his friendship, his time, his effort or his work with Ms Forrest.  Unfortunately, this man’s untimely death has been distastefully turned into an opportune moment in order to publish nothing more than a ‘kiss and tell’ book! 

This book has not only let Ms Forrest down as a person, but has also let women down.  By bitching about your ex-boyfriend in a book, you have demeaned all of us into the same category as yourself; a woman scorned! 

But perhaps even more alarming is the book has let down many people who suffer from ‘mental health’ issues.  Forrest has used mental health as a way of dramatising her own mental instability and used it as a prop in her story about a one-woman crusade for retribution on a past boyfriend, and a ticket to the big time!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

EMMA FORREST: TEACH YOUR CHILDREN WELL

I want to stress that I have not named - anywhere - the anonymous figures in my book. I know it's driving certain people mad that I won't name them, to the point of putting words in my mouth, but this is my stance. My psychiatrist and my three significant love interests are all anonymous for a reason. Below is an essay on the process of writing memoir, the full version of which appears in the current issue of Psychologies magazine:

"There’s a store in Los Angeles called Luckyscent, at which I have spent many a paycheck on perfume. Coming home with the classic Fracas, the cult Loukhoum, the obscure Magical Moon, I’ve been chasing a dream that intimates and passersby alike would smell me and nod, “Oh, I get her! I understand what she’s about!” I would never have to try to explain myself – moreover, I would never fail to explain myself. I wanted perfume as a stand in for written memoir. I found a lot of beautiful scents. But I never found “me”.

The publisher of my novels had long suggested I write a memoir. Knowing any memoir of mine would cover sexual trauma, nervous breakdown, self-mutilation, suicide, I wasn’t ready. It was only when the psychiatrist who had completely turned my life around – and who I’d been with for a decade - died suddenly and young, that I put pen to paper. I did so because I felt lost without him and because I wanted to honour his memory. The name of the book, ‘Your Voice In My Head’, is a reference to his widow’s belief that I’d internalized Dr.R’s wisdom.

I had a trove of documents to draw from: reports from the ER and psych hospitals, my suicide note, reams and reams of love letters from my then boyfriends, my Mum’s emails to my father updating him on my progress when I was still being held on a psychiatric 2121. In the end, I also got access to my psychiatrist’s notes about me – a colleague of his guided me through them.

If I say I worried very little about exposing myself in this memoir, I should explain that the classic hallmark of mania (and it has always been mania, not depression, that has gotten me in trouble) is “act now, think later”. Cutting, bingeing, purging, romantic and sexual recklessness, they all seemed like good ideas at the time. Likewise I didn’t have any pause between recalling my darkest moments and getting them on the page (in fact getting things on the page made dangerous memories feel safe). If I have regrets, they will, unfortunately for me, be after publication. That said, as I wrote I did worry hugely about exposing others. What gave me the courage to move past that fear, was a letter from the partner who sent me reeling towards the end of my story (without Dr. R around to help me anymore). The letter said “I love you so much that, if for any reason this doesn’t work out, I accept that you have the right to write about me and I know that it may not be flattering”.

Because of the internet, I am linked to several of the men who are part of my story - and I’m unable to stop readers guessing at who they are. It was important to me that these men have the chance to read and alter anything that bothered them before the book went to press. One disagreed with a memory – I thought he was losing a fight, he thought he was winning a fight. The next liked the book so much he said “Put my name in” (I didn’t). The third said that I should remember us the way I remembered us and that he didn’t need to see it. I am grateful to all of them.

As for my parents (to whom the book is something of a love letter) my Dad read it and simply called me on grammatical errors. My Mum just asked me to take out the word “pussy”. I suspect she was so relieved when it was gone, she probably let a lot of things slide.

There’s a specific sex scene – some would call it a rape scene, I am most comfortable calling it a transgression - that was difficult to write because I’d not thought of it in years. And it was really difficult to show to my Mum because I just didn’t know if I’d ever told her or not. I felt like I had, over fifteen years earlier, but I wondered if I’d dreamt it because it was never discussed again. I guess I hadn’t told her. She said “It was good to finally know what happened to you in San Francisco”.

In terms of censoring myself, I really had one rule: No writing about people’s kids. A couple of the men in my story did have them. One played his daughter against me, which would have been interesting to read, I’m sure. Another had a kid I’d almost consider a soul mate - also interesting. But either recollection would have breached my ethical comfort zone.

I deliberately altered some geography – one man from my youth was from a very specific culture, so specific that it made him identifiable. It wasn’t until I put him down on paper that I saw what a toxic person he truly is. I self-censored because I am afraid of him.

The last portion of the memoir was happening as I was writing, so it wasn’t a case of remembering, so much as processing. Several US publishers were disturbed that I had no distance on the final chapters. They felt discomfort that I was in such pain as I was writing.

My sister was clear with me that there are anonymous readers who will jump to the wrong conclusions about me from my book or even the very idea of my book. Some people will think I’m brave, some will think I’m attention seeking. I know what I really am. I have Dr.R to thank for that.

That idea of scent has returned to me as reviews begin to come in. What’s sour to some can be sweet to others and what some find overpowering, others find subtle. I said to my sister “I honestly believe that if the contents of this book are the worst things that will happen to me, I have been incredibly lucky” and she replied “I don’t agree with you”. I was shocked. I don’t feel sorry for myself, at all. But I have to wrestle with the notion that others might.

In my favourite memoir, ‘Fat Girl’, Judith Moore summarizes the liberating process of writing the book: “As I recounted those boys in my second-grade class or my terror on weigh-in days or the beatings with the belt when my mother hissed, “I’m going to cut the blood out of you,” I felt relief.”

Writing this memoir kept my head above water. It saved me. Which is great, but why publish it? There’s the idea it may help other people. But, truthfully, the more I’ve turned the question over in my head, the more I have just one answer: because I’m a writer. "