Papa Was a Rolling Stone How One Young Woman Pieced Together Her Father’s Story


By Paul Zakrzewski

Published February 11, 2005, issue of February 11, 2005.
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Assembling My Father

By Anna Cypra Oliver

Houghton Mifflin, 368 pages, $25.

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The old chestnut about 1960s hedonism ran that if you remembered the decade, you weren’t really there. If the joke once reflected a popular perception of the times, it also missed a much more unpleasant truth. Released from social conventions, unmoored from relationships that gave their lives context and meaning, some found themselves living a life for which they seemed ill prepared, as several recent documentaries (“Weather Underground”) and novels (“American Pastoral”) have been quick to point out. Add to this list Anna Cypra Oliver’s “Assembling My Father,” an unusual, well written and at times gripping account of an oddly emblematic casualty from a decade in which many lost their way.

By all accounts, Lewis Weinberger was a cocky, sophisticated teenager who yearned for adventure — whether prowling New York City’s avant-garde museums and jazz clubs, or trudging through postwar Europe. As an undergraduate during the late 1950s, he put his love for history and art to good use as a star contestant on the TV quiz show “GE Bowl.” A decade later, living with his wife and children in Florida, he helped design a stunning modernist house that merited attention in national magazines and papers.

Yet it didn’t escape those closest to him that beneath Lewis’s intellectual swagger lay a wounded spirit who felt abandoned by his parents and eager to replicate the triumphs of his older brother. Whatever his psychological makeup, he seemed unable to withstand a string of destabilizing events, including the death of his parents, a bankruptcy and, most significantly, his separation and divorce from Anna’s mother, Teresa. Eventually finding himself adrift in New Mexico — he and Teresa had moved out west to live off the land, settling into a ramshackle cabin sometime in the early 1970s — Lewis killed himself in 1974, at age 35. His daughter was 5.

Not surprisingly, this act overshadowed what little else Anna Cypra Oliver knew about her father. But in her mid-20s, Oliver — herself adrift from an unhappy marriage as well as from the fundamentalist Christian faith in which she was raised — felt compelled to discover the man hidden behind the family lore and half-remembered anecdotes. Recounting such discoveries as a trunk filled with Lewis’s photographs, the journal from his last years, reminiscences of friends and family, even a tape of his voice, Oliver begins to decipher a life she barely remembers. “I relish the way my father is taking shape in my hands,” she writes. “I feel as if I’m putting Humpty Dumpty back together again.”

At first glance, “Assembling My Father” recalls a long tradition of father-daughter memoirs in Jewish literature, stretching from Anzia Yezierska’s thinly veiled autobiographical “Bread Givers” to Anne Roiphe’s “1185 Park Avenue” and beyond. But in several key ways — not least because the men at the center of their attention share the same profession — this memoir reminded me not of a book but of a film.

In his 2003 documentary “My Architect,” filmmaker Nathaniel Kahn, son of the legendary Louis I. Kahn, pieces together the story of a father he barely knew (Kahn died of a heart attack in the men’s room of New York City’s Penn Station in 1974, when Nathaniel was 11). Like the film, “Assembling My Father” features a highly inventive visual format, a patchwork of narratives, e-mails, photographs, even scribbles of arithmetic from Lewis’s journal

reproduced in the margins of the book. And while you can’t compare the two subjects — one man left a public legacy of world-class buildings, the other a few boxes and photographs — both works share a willingness to wrestle with the pain of absence until a nuanced if unflattering portrait of their subject emerges.

For all this talk of absent and reassembled men, the most intriguing character in the memoir might well be not Oliver’s father, but her mother. After leaving her first husband, Teresa Oliver married a string of alcoholic, sometimes abusive, men, raising Anna and her older brother in an old house without electricity or running water. In the wake of Lewis’s suicide and her own domestic problems, Teresa sought refuge amid other broken souls in a local Pentecostal church.

How a beautiful, artistic, well-to-do Jewish girl became, by turns, a hippie and still later a fundamentalist Christian makes for a fascinating chapter in the story of postwar Jewish identity. Because she lacks self-awareness, at least in this telling, Teresa seems unable to explain her life choices — something that’s left for her daughter to untangle. In this way, Teresa remains something of an accidental marrano, her Jewish identity as well as her own deepest impulses hidden even from herself.

In the end, “Assembling My Father” is as much an intellectual and spiritual autobiography as it is the story of Oliver’s parents. Many of the book’s early sections are devoted to Oliver’s wavering commitment to the church and her first marriage, while the later ones chart her transformation as she moves to New York, reclaiming her father’s severed connection to Judaism in the process.

If, at times, her concept of Yiddishkeit seems a trifle pat or unexamined (“the Jews I know are highly literate, liberal-minded people who feel linked to other Jews through a common culture and a common history, especially the Holocaust and anti-Semitism”), it’s a testament to Oliver’s strength as both a person and a writer that she remains committed to her search, no matter what she turns up or how it changes her life. One of the few triumphs in this frequently tragic story is that the man who was unable to find his own way provides something of a path for his daughter.

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