Like most people my age, I was introduced to Carrie Fisher through her iconic role as Princess Leia, she of the ridiculous hairstyle, the flowing white dress, the deep voice, and the smart-ass remarks. The first Star Wars movie came out in 1977, soon after I graduated high school. Hard to believe that was almost forty years ago. I think I saw Star Wars five times that summer and, although I’ve seen it several times since then, it’s never held quite the same magic for me as it did that summer.
I’d like to say that, at 17, I recognized Princess Leia as some kind of feminist heroine, a blunt, no nonsense young woman able to hold her own with Luke Skywalker and Han Solo, a woman capable of kicking some Storm Trooper butt despite being stuck in an ungainly white dress. But I didn’t. Feminism wasn’t even on my radar at 17. I was just another high school nerd who fell for the Star Wars story and the special effects–the fantasy–and who wanted to feel the force was with me as I transitioned from high school to college.
I pretty much left Star Wars and Princess Leia behind when I started college. Still, Leia was the first memory that came to mind when I read about Carrie Fisher’s death the other day. Fisher could never escape the character she’d created so many years ago and returned to recently in the latest Star Wars saga. But that role is not the only, or even the most important, thing I’ll remember about her.
The Carrie Fisher I remember is the one who inspired her ex-husband Paul Simon to write one of his most beautiful and haunting songs, Hearts and Bones, about the “one and one-half wandering Jews” who returned to “their natural coasts” after finding that their passion for each other wasn’t enough to sustain a relationship.
You take two bodies and you twirl them into one
Their hearts and their bones
And they won’t come undone
Hearts and bones
The Carrie Fisher I remember is also the Carrie Fisher of Postcards from the Edge and Wishful Drinking, books that addressed her long struggles with celebrity, addiction, and mental illness in a humorous and unsparingly honest way. Fisher was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in 1985. She used drugs and alcohol as a means of keeping the symptoms of her illness at bay. As she told Diane Sawyer, “I used to think I was a drug addict, pure and simple — just someone who could not stop taking drugs willfully. And I was that. But it turns out that I am severely manic depressive.”
Fisher’s memoir Wishful Drinking started out in 2006 as a one-woman play. HBO eventually filmed one of her performances in 2010 as part of their documentary series, which is how I happened to see it. The fifty-something Carrie Fisher was a far cry from Princess Leia. No longer svelte and no longer young (or botoxed to appear younger than her years), Fisher was nonetheless a commanding presence. And funny, in a marvelously self-deprecating way.
Fame has always seemed to me more of a burden than a blessing. What you gain in adulation, you lose in privacy. Fisher spent an entire lifetime in the spotlight as a child of celebrities Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fisher and then as a celebrity in her own right at 20 when Star Wars became the blockbuster hit of the 1970s. It’s hard to imagine what it must be like to see your image everywhere, used to market dozens of products. As Fisher joked in Wishful Drinking, someone even licensed an anatomically correct life-size Princess Leia inflatable companion, making it literally possible for her to go eff herself.
For Fisher, “normal” was having all of her life open for observation and comment–every triumph, but also every bad decision, every failed relationship, every overdose, every breakdown. That she not only survived as much as she did for as long as she did, but did so with humor and a degree of humility, speaks to her fortitude. Fisher noted that her life could be summed up in one phrase: “If my life wasn’t funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.”
This is the Carrie Fisher I’ll remember most–not the feisty young princess but the witty older woman coming to terms with the contradictions of her life, the outspoken advocate for destigmatizing mental illness, the talented writer–the creator rather than the creation. She was a woman unafraid to speak the truth, no matter how painful.
May you rest in peace, Carrie Fisher.
Thanks for this, Michelle. A beautiful tribute.
And I had forgotten about Hearts and Bones!Report
Beautiful post Michelle. Thank you for this.Report
From a 1983 Playboy interview:
That’s a real answer; there was obviously a lot of pain there, and it’s also hilarious. Carrie Fisher was truly something.Report
I thought this was nice too.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZ97s396kb0
{[And I vividly remember when she went on the circuit promoting Postcards from the Edge and my reaction was “you can’t do this! You’re Princess Leia!”}}Report
I enjoyed her work immensely and always assumed that she was the same tough-as-nails as Princess Leia and then, as she aged, as General Organa.
I’m sorry that we aren’t instead mourning her in 2036.Report
As if 2016 wasn’t bad enough, Carrie Fisher’s mother, Debbie Reynolds, suffered a massive stroke this afternoon and died shortly thereafter. May she rest in peace.Report
She just went through the absolute worst thing that anybody could ever have to go through.
Poor Ms. Reynolds.Report
We watched Singin’ in the Rain last night in her memory. She was wonderful, charming and beautiful (and only 19, the same age het daughter was in Star Wars.)Report
Well done Michelle. Thank you for sharing this.Report
My friends keep quipping that god is taking them so they won’t have to witness what is about to come.Report
Like a kind of reverse rapture? That’s quite clever.Report
How does this explain Scalia and Castro’s demise?Report
They’ve got a deal. The other guy gets to collect in X number of drinking buddies for every 5 or so that God brings in.Report
That doesnt seem like a very nice thing to say. Weren’t you criticising folks recently about not saying nice things when a person passes?Report
What is “not nice” about it? Please explain.Report
God is taking them so they don’t have to see the trump admin.
Making light of folks passing isn’t usually nice. Are you you that dense or just pretending? Maybe stillwater can jump in now to defend this.Report
I take it you’ve never been to a wake.Report
There is a difference between making light of a death and a wake. You really are desperate to cover for v aren’t you?Report
“It’s Meowschwitz in here!”
… ayup.
Making light of a death is a great way to deal with shit you don’t wanna face stone sober.Report
@notme — It depends on who died. It depends on precisely what is being said, for what reason, in what context. What is your point?
The only thing I can recall saying recently on this topic was this: it was beyond loathsome that a bunch of alt-right trolls were mocking my dead friend on Facebook. However, this seems utterly different in character from tying a string of celebrity death to the political trashfire named Trump.
I will say, there are plenty who deserve nothing but scorn, both in life and in death. Carrie Fisher certainly is not among them, and indeed my comments are not an insult toward her — not at all. No reasonable person could read them that way.Report
@veronica-d
Let’s not do this here, okay?Report
I hope she finds the peace and privacy in the hereafter that she sought so hard in life.Report
This is good. Along with being well-written, I appreciated your very personal account of how your relationship to her evolved. That helped me understand her a little better. Thanks, Michelle.Report
@notme @morat20
Knock it off for this thread… Not the place.Report
Hmm and to pair with this is a clever if nerdy obit for Carrie’s most famous character:
https://mobunited.wordpress.com/2016/12/28/leia-organa-a-critical-obituary/Report