I had tried with all my resources to help him, and when I failed to lift him out of hell I slid down the embankment with him.
I had tried with all my resources to help him, and when I failed to lift him out of hell I slid down the embankment with him.
As I read this, Lana Del Rey responded to the flak she gets for portraying herself in a “sometimes submissive or passive role” in relationships. Her words resonate with this challenging, sad memoir. Worthington never reached the level of fame Seabrook did, and often sacrificed her writing to nurture his. This is uncomfortable. But there must be room, as Del Rey writes, for the “authentic, delicate” narrative.
Willie‘s truth was something special to him. People called it exaggeration when they were being kind. When they weren‘t being kind they accused him of lying. In this they were wrong. Willie almost always told the truth: HIS truth.