together to visit our families. She got off two stops before mine. I would read, but she was always writing. I never knew what the writings were until we began this project.
When I had saved enough money, I again left New York, but this time I never returned there to live. I never saw Candy again. My travels led me to San Diego where I met the man who would become my husband. The desktop publishing company that we eventually formed made this book possible.
Candy lived a full life of fantasy. She had an image of what she should be, what she was capable of being; but she was born in the wrong package. She had a skewed view of her importance, thinking that everyone knew who she was and how famous she was. The truth would have been too hard to face that she looked the part, almost perfectly. She wanted the transformation to be complete but had no way of achieving it.
The final ironic tragedy is that Candy, who did not do drugs or have wild sexual adventures, died at such a young age, simply because she took hormones to make her more of what she knew she was.
Francesca Passalacqua
EDITORâS NOTE
Material was excerpted from a number of diaries, all in the collection of Jeremiah Newton. Entries often spanned several years and are in no particular chronological order. The most dramatic is a spiral-bound notebook initially filled with young Jimmyâs notes from junior high school classes that segues in later pages to the razor-sharp wit and poignant observations of the mature Candy.
Handwriting styles vary widely in these journals as Candy âtried onâ various psychological roles. Many of the entries are drafts of letters to friends and admired stars, and bits of dialogue from movies she loved, which mingle freely with her own witticisms. True to her essence, it is impossible to determine where actual events (âreal lifeâ) end and fantasy begins.
Spelling and punctuation have been corrected throughout.
January 6 Monday
Today was the first day of school. Oh how I hate school! I have to get up at 7:00 a.m. promptly instead of 11:00 or 10:00 during my beautiful vacation. I canât wait until the next one. Sue & I are friends again. Went over Karenâs today; her mother is strict, and Momma wouldnât let me eat, she says Iâm getting too fat. I am!!! Itâs 11:00 p.m., I better go to sleep now.
January 7 Tuesday
Got up late this morning. Got to school (prison) very late. I walked home with Ronald Esposito and it was snowing at 2:30 p.m. and until 11:30 p.m. Itâs 11:30 now, and itâs still snowing. Made a soap carving today it came out awful. It was supposed to be a fish. I didnât have Gym today. I lost my gym suit. Goodie Gumdrops. I HATE gym. Nobody likes it, you have to take showers & do exercises & all. Phooey. The snow is so deep there may not be school tomorrow. YIPPIE.
January 14 Tuesday
I almost couldnât get up this morning. I was supposed to attend a meeting at 2:30 for planning my Program (subjects) for next year in 9th grade. But instead I went over to Patâs. We went downtown into this abandoned store & broke windows & all. We got a lift to his house & my mother picked me up. It was terrible coming home in the rain & snow. I got it too. I canât go there any more.
January 15 Wednesday
Today they announced my name over the loudspeaker and told me to come down to the office!! I didnât go because I didnât know when to go, this kid was yakkinâ during homeroom announcements. Finally I went down at 8th Period when school was almost over and got my head yelled off. I have to study for the Mid-Terms. Ma said Iâd get the Bongo Drums if I passed everything. I hope I pass.
February 28 Thurs.
Today Momma took me to the doctor & he took off the bandages. The scar is so ugly I can hardly bear to look at it. When I first saw it I said, âOh no, is that my flesh?â
May 28 Wednesday
Today I was in lunch line. Everyone was talking &
When I had saved enough money, I again left New York, but this time I never returned there to live. I never saw Candy again. My travels led me to San Diego where I met the man who would become my husband. The desktop publishing company that we eventually formed made this book possible.
Candy lived a full life of fantasy. She had an image of what she should be, what she was capable of being; but she was born in the wrong package. She had a skewed view of her importance, thinking that everyone knew who she was and how famous she was. The truth would have been too hard to face that she looked the part, almost perfectly. She wanted the transformation to be complete but had no way of achieving it.
The final ironic tragedy is that Candy, who did not do drugs or have wild sexual adventures, died at such a young age, simply because she took hormones to make her more of what she knew she was.
Francesca Passalacqua
EDITORâS NOTE
Material was excerpted from a number of diaries, all in the collection of Jeremiah Newton. Entries often spanned several years and are in no particular chronological order. The most dramatic is a spiral-bound notebook initially filled with young Jimmyâs notes from junior high school classes that segues in later pages to the razor-sharp wit and poignant observations of the mature Candy.
Handwriting styles vary widely in these journals as Candy âtried onâ various psychological roles. Many of the entries are drafts of letters to friends and admired stars, and bits of dialogue from movies she loved, which mingle freely with her own witticisms. True to her essence, it is impossible to determine where actual events (âreal lifeâ) end and fantasy begins.
Spelling and punctuation have been corrected throughout.
January 6 Monday
Today was the first day of school. Oh how I hate school! I have to get up at 7:00 a.m. promptly instead of 11:00 or 10:00 during my beautiful vacation. I canât wait until the next one. Sue & I are friends again. Went over Karenâs today; her mother is strict, and Momma wouldnât let me eat, she says Iâm getting too fat. I am!!! Itâs 11:00 p.m., I better go to sleep now.
January 7 Tuesday
Got up late this morning. Got to school (prison) very late. I walked home with Ronald Esposito and it was snowing at 2:30 p.m. and until 11:30 p.m. Itâs 11:30 now, and itâs still snowing. Made a soap carving today it came out awful. It was supposed to be a fish. I didnât have Gym today. I lost my gym suit. Goodie Gumdrops. I HATE gym. Nobody likes it, you have to take showers & do exercises & all. Phooey. The snow is so deep there may not be school tomorrow. YIPPIE.
January 14 Tuesday
I almost couldnât get up this morning. I was supposed to attend a meeting at 2:30 for planning my Program (subjects) for next year in 9th grade. But instead I went over to Patâs. We went downtown into this abandoned store & broke windows & all. We got a lift to his house & my mother picked me up. It was terrible coming home in the rain & snow. I got it too. I canât go there any more.
January 15 Wednesday
Today they announced my name over the loudspeaker and told me to come down to the office!! I didnât go because I didnât know when to go, this kid was yakkinâ during homeroom announcements. Finally I went down at 8th Period when school was almost over and got my head yelled off. I have to study for the Mid-Terms. Ma said Iâd get the Bongo Drums if I passed everything. I hope I pass.
February 28 Thurs.
Today Momma took me to the doctor & he took off the bandages. The scar is so ugly I can hardly bear to look at it. When I first saw it I said, âOh no, is that my flesh?â
May 28 Wednesday
Today I was in lunch line. Everyone was talking &
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