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Carrie Fisher as Princess Leia

Carrie Fisher as Princess Leia

‘I was a smart person who did stupid things’ - from left, Brooke Shields, Eddie Fisher, Lauren Hutton and Carrie Fisher celebrating Eddie Fisher’s 60th birthday in Stringfellows, New York in 1988

‘I was a smart person who did stupid things’ - from left, Brooke Shields, Eddie Fisher, Lauren Hutton and Carrie Fisher celebrating Eddie Fisher’s 60th birthday in Stringfellows, New York in 1988

Singer Tom Petty, Elizabeth Taylor and Fisher in LA in 2005

Singer Tom Petty, Elizabeth Taylor and Fisher in LA in 2005

‘I just had a weirdly sophisticated kind of life that didn’t give me things in common with other people’ - Fisher with her father, Eddie, in 1982

‘I just had a weirdly sophisticated kind of life that didn’t give me things in common with other people’ - Fisher with her father, Eddie, in 1982

‘There should be a term for what celebrity children go through, which is narcissistic deprivation’ - Eddie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds with their baby daughter, Carrie, around 1957

‘There should be a term for what celebrity children go through, which is narcissistic deprivation’ - Eddie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds with their baby daughter, Carrie, around 1957

‘Can you imagine if they, 35 years down the line, reassembled ‘Gone With the Wind’ - Fisher with rest of the ‘Star Wars: Episode VII’ cast, in Buckinghamshire in April

‘Can you imagine if they, 35 years down the line, reassembled ‘Gone With the Wind’ - Fisher with rest of the ‘Star Wars: Episode VII’ cast, in Buckinghamshire in April

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Carrie Fisher as Princess Leia

Almost 40 years ago, Carrie Fisher, then 
19 years old and fresh out of drama school, auditioned for, and won, a part in a 
science-fiction film. Fisher’s friends joked that the movie’s name — Star Wars — sounded like a biopic of her parents, the actress Debbie Reynolds and singer Eddie Fisher, whose marriage imploded when Fisher ran off with Elizabeth Taylor.

The film’s British crew thought the director, a black-bearded and strangely impassive man named George Lucas, didn’t have a clue what he was doing. As for Fisher herself, she was beginning her own intergalactic voyages into the world of hallucinogens.

Today, Carrie Fisher is sober, George Lucas is a billionaire and even remote Amazonian tribes own at least one piece of Star Wars merchandise. When Fisher steps on to the set of Star Wars: Episode VII this summer, she will be subject to microscopic attention. She’s been sworn to secrecy about the film, in which she reprises the role of Princess Leia — now named Leia Solo.

“I have to censor myself, which is not an impulse of mine,” says Fisher.

“It’s literally like D-Day. If the Nazis find out we’re coming! But I understand. There is just this insane interest. People grew up with these characters, so it’s their childhoods.”

Getting the cast together to read through the script was, she says, surreal: “I mean, can you imagine if they, 35 years down the line, reassembled Gone With the Wind? Not that I’m comparing them,” she says, with a spiky laugh. “Or reassembled whatever, it’s kind of amazing. Just on the level of, like, what a trip.”

Fisher didn’t hesitate to take the part, even though it came with the dismaying caveat that she had to lose 35lb, something she has spent the past year doing. “Well, yeah, they did that on the first Star Wars,” she says. “They always hire not entirely me. They always want me minus anywhere between 10lb and 30lb to 40lb.

“In this case, I’ve been very cooperative. If I could’ve been as cooperative as I am in this situation in relationships, I’d be happily married.

“But I complied. I’ve learnt over time that you’re not supposed to like everything you do. That was shocking to me, to find that out at, like, 30 years old. Well, OK, if I don’t have to like it, then, shit, I can do that.”

Fisher has made a career from making the best of things. Ask her what she does best, and she becomes unusually bashful.

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“I don’t know,” she says. “I’m not a lot of things. Ha. But, then, I’m more of other things.”

How about an actress? “Nah, I never really thought of myself that way,” 
Fisher says. She does a fine line in sharp, 
witty heroines — Princess Leia, of course, 
but think, too, of Marie in When Harry 
Met Sally, where she stole the show.

“I play parts that are very close to me,” she says. “I would think really good actors are travellers; they get outside of themselves and play people distant from themselves, with emotions and accents. I can’t do that. I’m an archaeologist, I stay where I am and don’t get too far afield.”

Nor does she think of herself as a writer although, by the time she was 31, she was already a best-selling novelist: Postcards from the Edge, published in 1987, was a comic roman-a-clef that later became a film starring Meryl Streep as sort-of-Fisher and Shirley MacLaine as not-really-Debbie Reynolds.

More novels and volumes of memoir have followed. But Fisher bats that idea away, too.

“I’m a certain kind of writer,” she 
says. “I’m a raconteur, an anecdotalist. I think I’m a wordsmith. It’s more 
content and craft than, you know, plots. 
I get more lost in character.”

Fisher’s real gift, then, has been in turning the raw material of an often messy and unhappy life into snappy, glittering stories for both the page and the stage, where she’s performed one-woman shows.

It’s as her friend, Nora Ephron, said: “Everything is copy.” Telling tales about her life has been a sort of talking cure, making bearable everything from her drug-induced psychotic breakdown to the father of her child leaving her for a man — not to mention the time she shared a bed with a friend and woke up next to his dead body.

Making things funny is an antidote to self-pity: “My grandmother,” she says, “took all the charm and romance out of self-pity.”

But it’s also part of an endless battle to keep herself amused.

“There’s a part of me that thinks, I wish I hadn’t told anybody that.’ On a lot of it, it’s like, oh fuck, now I have to talk about ECT, or being bipolar again. But my big dick thing is to say things that no one else will say.”

Is there a line between Carrie Fisher the person and Carrie Fisher the personality?

“I’ve thought about that as well,” she replies. “If it is a character, then I am that character. My mother is who she is onstage, and I am who I am offstage — and that’s who goes on stage. I don’t know which one is weirder.”

Fisher told a story in her first memoir, Wishful Drinking, about the moment she was born, on October 21, 1956. The doctors were cooing over Debbie Reynolds, looking so pretty and peaceful under anaesthetic; the nurses had rushed to the aid of Eddie Fisher, who had fainted as his daughter’s head emerged.

“So when I arrived,” she wrote, “I was virtually unattended. And I have been trying to make up for that fact ever since.”

All through her childhood, Fisher tried to understand the world she was born 
into. Film, it seemed, was as important 
as real life — whatever that was. And 
this was especially true for her mother, who had become a star at 19 with her role in Singin’ in the Rain. “I remember when I was, I don’t know, 11, she said: You haven’t seen Rebel Without a Cause?’ I said, Well, no, sorry! Didn’t you help bring me up?’ So she let me and my brother stay up late to watch it.”

Her parents were famous, but they were also bedevilled by addictions, bad relationships and money troubles.

“I discovered fairly early on that it was not like what other people’s situation was,” she says. “My family was who I was looking at, and I was trying to protect myself if I could.

“There should be a term for what celebrity children go through, which is narcissistic deprivation. The family is organised around the parents, or parent, and not around the children. The children are what’s swept aside by the paparazzi, literally.

“I could never really be with my mother in public because she belongs to the public, and, as a kid, I resented it.”

Fisher wrote journals and poems, and, she says, “hid in books. I really liked the way everything worked out, to some extent or other, in a book.” People called her a bookworm — “and they didn’t say it nice”.

She read classics, Dickens, Dostoevsky, but, eventually, discovered a kindred spirit in Dorothy Parker.

“I decided that’s who I wanted to be,” she says. “I worked out that, like me, she was half-Jewish, she was five foot one, she had brown hair, brown eyes, and then, later on, of course, she married a gay guy.

“But she married hers twice, so I didn’t do that. And she was an alcoholic and she was a wordsmith.

“That was who I admired, and I started writing limericks like hers.”

Her friends at the time tended to be glamorous older women: an actress 
named Joan Hackett, 22 years her senior, and one of her parents’ alcoholic next-door neighbours.

“I had a really good time with 
them,” she says. “They had irony. And I 
had just a weirdly sophisticated kind 
of life that didn’t give me things 
in common with other people.”

She started smoking marijuana at 13, stopping only when the drug turned nasty six years later, on the set of Star Wars. 
“It ultimately turned out to be Harrison’s pot that did me in,” she wrote — though, of course, that was only the end of the 
first act in her long entanglement with drugs.

When Fisher was 15, her mother put her in her Las Vegas nightclub act (“I don’t care what you’ve heard,” she wrote in Wishful Drinking, “chorus work is more valuable to a child than any education could ever be”).

Two years later, Fisher ran away to London and enrolled in the Central School of Speech and Drama — a year of relative normality. Were there recriminations from her mother?

“Yeah. Up until about a year ago.” 
Fisher laughs. “She never got over it, 
that I had rejected her. When, actually, it’s 
a very standard thing, if you’re going 
to become your own person.”

What did Fisher’s mother think when Star Wars became a hit?

“It’s a line from Postcards: you want me to do well, just not better than you. I don’t think she knew really how to react, but she saw me as an extension of her, so my celebrity was hers, and she didn’t resent it or anything.”

These days, mother and daughter live in Fisher’s LA compound, along with a rotating cast of boarders.

“It’s like a little commune,” says Fisher. “That’s where I’ve found myself in my life now, that’s my version of having a relationship. Right now, I have three straight guys and one gay man, so that’s really a nice little harem.

“I think, about six months ago, it was three gay and one straight.”

Regular visitors include the singer, 
James Blunt, and the novelist and screenwriter, Bruce Wagner, — whose 
latest film, the David Cronenberg-directed Maps to the Stars, features Carrie Fisher playing Carrie Fisher. That’s Hollywood!

Fisher’s house used to belong to the costume designer, Edith Head, and, before that, Bette Davis. There’s a secret room for stashing booze that dates from the Prohibition era.

But Fisher values the world outside 
Los Angeles, even needs it for her sanity. Many of her best friends live on the other side of the Atlantic: Helen Fielding, Graham Norton, Ruby Wax, Stephen Fry.

“Stephen’s also bipolar, so we had a very manic dinner recently,” she says. “It was just: try and get a word in — there was no edgewise.”

Fisher was once the great advocate for electroconvulsive therapy (ECT) — not that there’s been much competition for that title in the past 50 years.

ECT helped with her depression, but shredded her memory. She doesn’t have the treatment any more.

Dealing with her manic depression now is, she says, like being “the manager of a complicated apartment building”.

Do drugs and alcohol still have an appeal? “Oh God, yes,” she says. “I would be riveted to do LSD at this point. I still get possessed by it: take me!’ I get taken over by discomfort, and it’s an anywhere but here’ thing.”

Fisher once overdosed accidentally, and she knows that she was lucky not to die of her addictions.

“I was a smart person who did stupid things,” she says. “I got into AA, and I liked the principles of it, but I still monkeyed around. I said that I was lober’ — loaded and sober.”

Although she’s made great sport of her life, Fisher does get bored with talking about herself. “I’m curious about other people’s lives,” she says, “because they’re usually very different from mine.”

So when she speaks in public, what would she most like to talk about?

She pauses for a moment, then replies, wryly: “Someone else.”


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