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Prince Harry goes scorched earth in memoir ‘Spare’ — and I’m willing to forgive him, but his family won’t
“Spare,” which actually spares no one, writes Rosie DiManno, was released globally on Tuesday.
Rosie DiManno
By Rosie DiMannoStar Columnist
Tue., Jan. 10, 2023timer7 min. read
updateArticle was updated 14 hrs ago
The son of the future king has come to a therapist in search of relief from his existential pain.
The boy, become a man now, can no longer visualize his mother, killed in a car crash when he was not yet 13 years old. Can’t hear her voice. Can’t smell her perfumed scent. Can’t speak of his loss.
But also fearful that resurrecting the memory of her, cracking open that defensive shell, will obliterate his precious hurt — blow away the ashes which are all that remain of her beloved presence.
“The pain … that’s all I have left of her. Some days the pain is the only thing holding me together. And also, I suppose, without the pain, well, she might think I’ve forgotten her.”
Then why is he here? the therapist asks.
“What I need is to be rid of this heaviness in my chest. I need … I need … to cry. Please. Help me cry.”
I am seized with pity for this wounded creature. There, on page 309 of “Spare,” I am willing to forgive Prince Harry everything.
But his closest kin probably won’t. Not father Charles, not brother William, not sister-in-law Kate, and definitely not stepmother Camilla.
Prince Harry goes scorched earth in memoir ‘Spare’ — and I’m willing to forgive him, but his family won’t
“Spare,” which actually spares no one, writes Rosie DiManno, was released globally on Tuesday.
Rosie DiManno
By Rosie DiMannoStar Columnist
Tue., Jan. 10, 2023timer7 min. read
updateArticle was updated 14 hrs ago
The son of the future king has come to a therapist in search of relief from his existential pain.
The boy, become a man now, can no longer visualize his mother, killed in a car crash when he was not yet 13 years old. Can’t hear her voice. Can’t smell her perfumed scent. Can’t speak of his loss.
But also fearful that resurrecting the memory of her, cracking open that defensive shell, will obliterate his precious hurt — blow away the ashes which are all that remain of her beloved presence.
“The pain … that’s all I have left of her. Some days the pain is the only thing holding me together. And also, I suppose, without the pain, well, she might think I’ve forgotten her.”
Then why is he here? the therapist asks.
“What I need is to be rid of this heaviness in my chest. I need … I need … to cry. Please. Help me cry.”
I am seized with pity for this wounded creature. There, on page 309 of “Spare,” I am willing to forgive Prince Harry everything.
But his closest kin probably won’t. Not father Charles, not brother William, not sister-in-law Kate, and definitely not stepmother Camilla.
tale BS.
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