The lovely Marion. My mother’s engagement photograph, 1926.

A rare togetherness: my father and me in Hollywood, 1933. By then, I was on stage and dancing and singing.

Anne Louise, 1931, before we left New York, bankrupt by the Depression, and headed for California on an unforgettable journey.

Dinner at The Algonquin, 1929. Left to right: Uncle Dave, Aunt Theo (his first wife), Harold Ross (editor of The New Yorker), two friends, and Joe Cook. Hollywood was calling.

Seaside, Connecticut, 1929, the year of the crash. Left to right: Marion, me, Grandma Pauline, and Uncle Dave (Dave Chasen).

Left to right: Frank Capra, Uncle Dave, Joe Cook (unidentified fourth man), on the set of Rain or Shine, 1930.

The children’s father (right), serving in Guam at the end of World War II with fellow naval friend.

Michael, 7, and Catherine, 3, about to leave for England and a new life.

Dancing the tango: Michael and Catherine in Florida, 1961.

The children’s uncle and aunt: Robert Rossen and his wife, Sue Rossen, in London, 1963. Rossen had just racked up a major hit, The Hustler.

The Hollywood Ten, minus one: Lester Cole, balding member, center; Dalton Trumbo, third from right rear; Adrian Scott, far left end; Ring Lardner Jr., second row, far right end; Albert Maltz, second from left (with pipe). Associated Press

Sidney Buchman, 1966. Good friend and great filmmaker.

Michael at 12. He and Sidney had lively political debates.

Sy Stewart and his daughter, Laura (c. 1960–1961).

Leon Becker in one of his happier days.

The newly married Anne Edwards Becker in the Lennox Garden apartment with film composer Sol Kaplan.

Leon with my friend and confidant, writer Vera Caspary, at an outdoor café in France (that’s the back of my head seated across from them).

Always on Sunday! Brunch at Carl Foreman’s boathouse on the Thames. Carl was the cook.

Me, exchanging kitchen chatter with Carl’s wife, Eve.

Leon takes time out in front of the humble abode.

Jay Schlein, Gstaad, 1968. He had just “come out” and was one happy fella!

Gstaad, 1968. The always amazing Dale Witt, architect and adventurer.

Swiss Interlude, 1968–1970: Chalet Fleur de Lis. I thought I had found a home at last.

On the terrace: Jay, Catherine, and our poodle family.

Left to right: Graham Payn, Noël Coward, and Cole Porter in an earlier time.

Sandy waiting at the window for Catherine to return from school.

Sunning with Sandy, the patriarch of his dog family.

Catherine, now a young woman in her teens.

Michael with mustache and goatee about to depart for Berkeley and his return to the States.

Catherine during her short spell as a flower child. And back to her gamine look!

Rod Serling: a not-so-brief encounter. Photofest

Chicago, 1968: On tour for the publication of The Survivors and appearing on the Irv Kupcinet television show. Elia Kazan, left end; our host with cigar, second from right. I’m the sole woman, center. Kazan and I clashed, a most unpleasant incident.

Actress, comedian, and childhood friend, Joyce Jameson, in my apartment in Beverly Hills, 1969. The photograph on the bookcase (this portrait of me) was the back cover photo of my book The Survivors.

Judy Garland and Mickey Deans in their London mews flat shortly after their wedding.

Jay Schlein and Robert (Bob) Jorgen in Gstaad. It was a difficult time. Judy had just died and her husband was trying to con me into something I did not want to do.

A macho portait of Bob, who also happened to be my uncle and Mickey Deans’ lover.

Gstaad. From left to right: Me, Bob, Catherine, and Mickey Deans.

Returning home.