Tag: The Novel Serialised

I bring Topper to the South for Easter in 1956. The boy is in Los Angeles, so we don’t see him. It feels strangely empty to be back home without him here. On Easter Sunday, he’s in San Diego for the Milton Berle Show. I drive over to visit his parents and see their new…

The boy is now a superstar. I can’t explain it. I’ve never experienced anything like it, nor, I believe, has America. It’s unnerving. It makes me nauseous. Sometimes, when it fully hits me, the realisation of it, I have what can only be described as a nervous breakdown: strange, weepy convulsions. “This can’t be good…

We’re at a restaurant in the city with executives from the boy’s record label. His cousin is here too, the one who thinks I talk too much for a girl. Tilly has promised to drop by. When she does, I’m chatting with Scotty, DJ, and Bill while the boy works the room, charming all the…

The boy has his first recording session for RCA in Nashville. It’s a far cry from the sessions at Sun with Sam, where it was all about the feel, not money, not making a hit. Now he’s under a whole new kind of pressure, both nervous and in a foul mood. He works best when…

Back home in Memphis for Christmas 1955, the world feels different. The newspapers are still full of the bus boycotts beginning down in Montgomery, and the air is uneasy, watchful. I write a cheque to the local branch of the NAACP and drive it over in person to Hosea Lockard’s office, intending to thank him…

At Bryn Mawr, I take a seminar on women’s causes, descended from the work of Katharine Hepburn’s mother, a suffragist and alumna who fought for women’s rights at the turn of the century. In one class, our professor says something that stops me in my tracks: “Feminism without racial justice is white women demanding equality…

“When do you have to be back at college?” he asks as I pick him up from Palm Springs Municipal Airport. “Last week of September.” “What about Topper? Where is he?” “He’s back at Harvard.” I reply.  I change to other topics before the boy can ask more questions.  We pull into the drive of…

I find myself at the Louisiana Hayride in the days after my birthday, seated in the audience beside his little girlfriend, whom, for some reason, I’ve been appointed to chaperone. Oddly, I don’t mind. I look out for her: buying sodas, finding our seats. She feels so young to me, untested, unarmoured, especially beside the…

I’m nearly halfway through college, and the final term before the summer holiday in 1955 has been something of a whirlwind.I go to Palm Springs with Topper over spring break.We look at houses out West because Grandpa George has told me I should diversify my investment portfolio, and that real estate is always a solid…

I don’t know quite how it’s happened, but I’m falling in love with Topper.  He’s so different from the boy, steady where the boy is volatile, conscious where the boy is instinctive. Topper is deep, calm seas; the boy is like a bottle rocket. With my parents gone, the boy still childlike like me, and…