Word: caitlin
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...children, there were only two ways of defeating bohemia: to become a complete square, like Caspar John, who turned his back on the turpentine turmoil, joined the British Navy and rose to become First Sea Lord; or to go Dad one better, as did Nicolette's sister Caitlin, who married Dylan Thomas and enthusiastically embraced his pub-and-pad life style. Nicolette herself became an artist, because "art" was the only thing she could do, and married an artist-Anthony Devas-because artists were the only people she knew. But she had the good luck or good sense...
...Last Act. As a man, however, Dylan failed disastrously to mature. He sucked at his bottle as hard as ever, treated his children like sibling rivals and Caitlin like a mother-whereupon Caitlin, who by this time had decided that Dylan was frustrating her literary talents as well as her womanly instincts, screamed like a baby. The house became a bedlam, and tempers did not improve when the wolf once more turned up at the door-in the grim guise of the Treasury, which firmly demanded that Dylan deliver the income taxes he had dodged for years. Something drastic...
...burlesque stripper in Boston, and reminds her that he will be reading his poems at Radcliffe. It can be a gallant agony of slow motion, as he disciplines drunken legs to march to the podium on his reading tours. It becomes the jabbing dance of the prize ring with Caitlin (Kate Reid), his wife and scarring partner, as their savage domestic infighting vividly creates the image of a marriage where words not only lead to blows but are blows. Kate Reid is shatteringly good in portraying the kind of woman who marries her author...
...marriage to the late Welsh Poet Dylan Thomas was a never-ending hurricane of flying crockery, and in Leftover Life to Kill, her chronicle of that 17-year clash of egos, Caitlin Thomas, 47, sometimes wondered how she and the tosspot genius avoided killing each other. Now, in a "Not Quite Posthumous Letter to My Daughter" in Harper's, irascible, Celtic-tongued Caitlin has some heartfelt advice for her 18-year-old: "Stick, my child, for goodness' sake, to creating babies, washing nappies, and crooning lullabies. A woman's place, as Dylan never ceased to tell...