I believe the cover here is meant to evoke — however faintly — the famous and often-imitated Vanity Fair cover on which Demi Moore posed nude while pregnant. It’s also a metaphor for her revealing everything in her new memoir, Inside Out, which I will probably read on the elliptical someday the way I did Rob Lowe’s. No regrets.
We can dive into the cover and photos on the slides, but you may also be curious about the story, which… I have to say, it wasn’t as good or juicy as I have heard the memoir is. There is a lot of talk of dolls, and scents, and scarves. There’s an appearance by some weird false teeth, and Nastassja Kinski. There are a lot of parentheticals. There is one truly harrowing story here about the night her mother took too many pills, which I’ll let you choose to read or not, and she offers this about her own struggles:
The other gift is sobriety, something she achieved in her 20s, lost in her 40s, and got back as she headed into her 50s. “In retrospect, what I realized is that when I opened the door [again], it was just giving my power away.” She pauses, the eventual headline already forming between her brows, and speaks slowly, turning each word over in her palm. “I guess I would think of it like this: It was really important to me to have natural childbirth because I didn’t want to miss a moment. And with that I experienced pain. So part of being sober is, I don’t want to miss a moment of life, of that texture, even if that means being in—” She takes a breath, then smiles. “Some pain.”