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Clarity and Grace Shine Through the Darkness in Sally Field’s Memoir, ‘In Pieces’

Sally Field at her home in Pacific Palisades, Calif., on Aug. 29.Credit...Brinson + Banks for The New York Times

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IN PIECES
By Sally Field
Illustrated. 404 pp. Grand Central Publishing. $29.

Aside from what else she has meant to American culture over the past half century, Sally Field is notable for being perhaps the most misquoted actor of her generation. When she won her second best-actress Oscar — for her performance as a young widow during the Great Depression in 1984’s “Places in the Heart” — Field delivered a gushing, unguarded acceptance speech that ended with a line that has been mocked and parodied ever since, incorrectly remembered as “You like me! You really like me!” (What she actually said was: “I’ve wanted more than anything to have your respect. The first time I didn’t feel it, but this time I feel it. And I can’t deny the fact that you like me. Right now, you like me!”) The sentiment, if not her exact words, has endured because it affirms what we believe to be essentially true about Hollywood stars: that they are black holes of need, starving for as much love and attention as they can suck out of the universe.

But if you come to her memoir, “In Pieces,” expecting to meet a plucky Sally Field desperate to be liked, you will not find her. Written by the actor over seven years, without the aid of a ghostwriter (a crutch often used by celebrity authors), this somber, intimate and at times wrenching self-portrait feels like an act of personal investigation — the private act of a woman, now 71, seeking to understand how she became herself, and striving to cement together the shards of her psyche that have been chipped and shattered over the course of her life.

Field was born in Pasadena, Calif., in 1946, the second child of Richard Field, a pharmaceutical salesman, and the actress Margaret Field (nee Morlan), a stunning beauty who appeared in dozens of mostly forgettable films. When Field was 3 years old, her parents separated, and she and her older brother moved with their mother into the home of their maternal grandmother in the hills above Pasadena. It was here that Field became enveloped in a matriarchy, cared for by her mother, her grandmother, her great-aunt and her great-grandmother. “It was a kind of no-man’s land,” she writes. “A world filled with women who would straighten up if a man walked in, who would set aside the triviality of their own work and quickly move everything out of the way. But the men, whoever they were, never stayed long, and when the door slammed behind them, the house seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.”

In many ways, the same can be said for “In Pieces” itself, which serves as a kind of tribute to those women — her mother in particular — and others who would guide and protect Field throughout her turbulent childhood and an adulthood fraught by personal and professional upheaval. With a few exceptions, the men in Field’s book are vague, impermanent figures, either benign or sinister, who affect the course of her life but are never central to it. But, like the women who raised her, Field would frequently be expected to sublimate her own needs and desires to those of men, beginning with her stepfather.

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[ Field recently told The Times that playing roles like Norma Rae gave her strength: “I was able to feel something I didn’t feel before. I heard my voice. And I wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t. How long would it have taken me to feel that I had a right to be outraged?” ]

Less than a year after Field’s parents separated, her mother began seeing a strapping actor and stuntman named Jock Mahoney. Mahoney and Margaret would shortly marry and have a daughter, Princess. Mahoney was always affectionate with Field, and she adored him, but he soon began summoning her to the bedroom, where she was told to walk on his back as he lay naked in bed. Over time, he began touching her, then simulating intercourse, slowly escalating a pattern of sexual abuse that she would endure into her adolescence. Even now, decades later, her feelings about him are conflicted. Like many survivors of childhood sexual abuse at the hands of a family member, she seems compelled to defend her abuser — or to minimize his behavior. “He loved me enough not to invade me,” she writes. “He never invaded me. In all the many times. Not really. It would have been one thing if he had held me down and raped me, hurt me. Made me bleed. But he didn’t. Was that love? Was that because he loved me?”

Only a quarter of the book is devoted to this time in her life, but it haunts almost every page that follows. The events of Field’s childhood seemed to fragment her personality into distinct and sometimes conflicting identities — the “pieces” of the book’s title — and shaped how she navigated both her romantic relationships and her career, as she rose from the teenage star of the perky 1965 sitcom “Gidget” and the absurd “Flying Nun” series, to her Emmy-winning role as a woman with multiple personality disorder in the mini-series “Sybil,” through the romantic sidekick role in the hit “Smokey and the Bandit,” before fully stepping into her power with her Oscar-winning performance as an indomitable textile-mill worker in 1979’s “Norma Rae.”

Repeatedly, Field faced sexual harassment, blatant sexism and casual cruelty at the hands of both the men she worked with and those she loved. The Monkees teased her with humiliating sexual innuendo on the set of “The Flying Nun.” The film director Bob Rafelson, she writes, invited her to his bedroom for her last audition and asked her to remove her top before he decided whether to cast her. Burt Reynolds, her “Bandit” co-star and then boyfriend, belittled and minimized her, expecting her to prioritize his career over her own.

The central paradox of Field’s identity is that she yielded to all of these things, with little to no protest — “I eliminated most of me,” she writes of her relationship with Reynolds, “becoming a familiar, shadowy version of myself, locked behind my eyes, unable to speak” — but then refused to allow them to stop her. When Field landed the role of Norma Rae, Reynolds was outraged, accusing her of “wanting to play a whore.” That time she pushed back, defending the character, and then ultimately herself. When he told her that her ambition was getting the better of her, she replied, “My ambition is the better of me and you can’t touch it.”

It’s that fighter in Field that we have so often rooted for onscreen, in films as varied as “Places in the Heart” and “Steel Magnolias,” “Absence of Malice” and “Mrs. Doubtfire,” and it’s easy to imagine an alternate, crowd-pleaser version of this memoir loaded with moments where she stood her ground, fired off some snappy dialogue and stuck it to the man. In fact, those moments are in short supply. Field seems to be aiming higher than that. Throughout “In Pieces,” she assesses herself with a clear and critical eye, often revealing unappealing parts of herself — including her temper, her insecurity, her absences from her sons’ lives while she pursued her work, her role in her two failed marriages and her flares of impatience with her mother, who dedicated the last years of her life to helping take care of Field’s sons — with minimal rationalization, sentiment or self-pity. It may not make you like her, but by the end, what we think about her also seems quite beside the point.

Sean Smith is the former executive editor of Entertainment Weekly.

A version of this article appears in print on  , Page 18 of the Sunday Book Review with the headline: Behind the Act. Order Reprints | Today’s Paper | Subscribe

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