Saturday, June 1, 2013

Sauce for the Goose?

"Mrs. Kennedy and Me" by Clint Hill with Lisa McCubbin   Gallery Books   340 pages   $26

It is well known that Mrs. Kennedy's husband, John F. Kennedy, was an avid skirt chaser, but after reading the above, I have to wonder if she didn't get a little of her own back with her Secret Service agent, Clint Hill. 

There is a "cute meet" in that Hill wanted the assignment to guard the President, but instead was given Da Wife.  He expected lots of tea parties.  Instead, for the first seven months of his duties, Mrs. Kennedy was out of the country or at Hammersmith Farm or Hyannis Port or Palm Beach 80 per cent of the time.

At about the middle of the book, Hill begins to more openly rhapsodize about her beauty; her soft breathy voice and the fact that in a glance, he knew what she was thinking.  How they spent every weekend usually alone at Glen Ora, the house the Kennedys rented in fox hunting country.  How they took long walks togeher at Hyannis Port...

It would be a rare person who didn't fall into thinking that they love the other person after spending virtually every hour of the day with that person.  It's called "propinquity" and I consider it to be closely related to Stockholm Syndrome wherein the captive falls in love with the captor.

Hill closed a chapter with these words, spoken after Mrs. Kennedy threw a farewell party for him.  "We had been through so much together, Mrs. Kennedy and me.  More than anyone can imagine.  More than anyone can ever know."

I rest my case.


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