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　　In the most inspiring speech of his career, Ted Kennedy once

vowed: "For all those whose cares have been our concern, the work

goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream

shall never die."

Unlike his martyred brothers, John and Robert, whose lives were

cut off before the promise of a better future could be realized,

Ted lived long enough to make many promises come true. During a

career that spanned an astonishing half-century, he put his imprint

on every major piece of progressive legislation–from health care

and education to civil rights.

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　　WARD KLEIN is the former foreign editor of Newsweek and

former editor in chief of The New York Times Magazine. He

frequently contributes to Vanity Fair and Parade.

Klein is also the author of several New York Times

bestselling biographies, including All Too Human; Just Jackie;

Farewell, Jackie; and The Kennedy Curse.

　　From the

Hardcover edition.

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　　Author’s NoteMetamorphosisLet others delight in the good old

days;

　　I am delighted to be alive right now.

　　This age is suited to my way of life.

　　–OvidON A FINE summer’s day in 1970, Ted Kennedy skipperedhis

sailboat from Hyannis Port over to Monhegan Island, anunspoiled,

rocky outcropping ten miles off the coast of Maine, whereI

customarily spent the month of August with my children. He’dcome to

visit our mutual friend, the artist Jamie Wyeth, who’d painteda

portrait of Ted’s brother Jack not long after the president’s

assassination.

　　Jamie always worked from live subjects, and while making

hispreliminary sketches of JFK, he’d asked Ted to sit in, as it

were, forthe dead president. As the portrait took shape, Ted had

assumed theidentity of his martyred brother, and in that guise, he

and Jamie hadbecome fast friends.

　　Ted and Joan Kennedy were staying with Jamie and his

wife,Phyllis, who owned the most beautiful home on the island. It

hadonce belonged to the famous illustrator Rockwell Kent, and it

overlookeda boulder- strewn beach called Lobster Cove, where a

picturesqueold shipwreck lay rusting on its side.

　　Automobiles weren’t permitted on Monhegan Island, and I raninto

the Kennedys and Wyeths as they were coming down the footpathfrom

Lobster Cove on their way to the general store. PhyllisWyeth, who’d

been left paralyzed from the waist down as the resultof an

accident, was in a wheelchair. She introduced me to her

weekendguests: Joan, thirty- three, blond and willowy, at the

height ofher mature beauty; and Ted, thirty- eight, in robust good

health. Itwas easy to see why Ted had been called the handsomest of

thehandsome Kennedy brothers.

　　“How are you, Senator,” I said, shaking his hand.

　　My commonplace greeting seemed to perturb him, perhaps

becausePhyllis had mentioned that I was a journalist with

Newsweek,and Ted Kennedy, at that time, was a fugitive from the

media. Recently,Massachusetts had released the official transcript

of the inquestinto the 1969 death of Mary Jo Kopechne on

Chappaquiddick Island.

　　The judge presiding over the inquest strongly implied that

adrunken Ted Kennedy had been driving Mary Jo to a sexual trystwhen

his car plunged off a bridge and into a body of water, whereMary Jo

died.

　　I couldn’t tell whether Ted had a sailor’s sunburn, or whetherhis

face was scarlet with shame. His edgy defensiveness was

underscoredby his stumbling syntax–a stammer that at times made

himsound slow- witted and even a bit dumb.

　　“Well, um, yes, ah, glorious day . . .” he said. “Beautifulhere,

isn’t it? . . . Sailing, um. . . . Good day . . . er, for that. . .

.

　　Wind. . . .”

　　Someone once referred to Ted Kennedy’s off- the- cuff

speakingstyle–as opposed to his superbly crafted speeches–as a

“parody of[Yankees manager] Casey Stengel: nouns in search of

verbs.” I laterlearned that the senator was aware of his tendency

to speak in crypticfragments, joking that as the youn gest of nine

children, he’dnever had a chance to complete a sentence. To correct

the problem,he’d consulted a psychologist, who prescribed a daily

therapeuticregimen to make him sound more intelligible when he

wasn’t usinga prepared text. But he quickly lost interest in the

therapy, and kepton uh-ing and ah-ing with no noticeable

improvement.

　　As we talked, I was struck by the fact that Ted didn’t look

atJoan. Their eyes never met. Indeed, they didn’t even bother

withthe casual intimacies that are common between husband and

wife.

　　Although I didn’t know it at the time, Joan was well on her wayto

becoming a full- blown alcoholic. If Ted had once counted on Joanto

turn a blind eye to his infidelities, her alcoholism had changed

allthat. Instead of tranquilizing her and making her more

submissive,drink had freed Joan to speak her mind.

　　She had recently given an indiscreet interview to the Ladies’Home

Journal. She and Ted, she said, “know our good and badtraits, we

have seen one another at rock bottom. . . .” It was clearthat

Joan’s tendency to talk about Ted in less than glowing termshad put

a strain on their marriage. The tragedy of Chappaquiddickhad only

made matters worse.

　　AFTER OUR BRIEF chat on Monhegan Island, ten years passedbefore I

ran into Ted Kennedy again. This time, it was at a Christmasparty

given by his sister- in- law Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis ather Fifth

Avenue pent house apartment. Ted was still recovering fromhis ill-

fated primary race against President Jimmy Carter. A monthor so

before Jackie’s cocktail reception, Carter had been soundly

defeatedby Ronald Reagan in the general election, which must

havegiven Ted Kennedy a feeling of schadenfreude. It also might

haveaccounted for the high spirits he displayed that December eve

ningat Jackie’s.

　　Ted had gained a good deal of weight, and there were strandsof

gray in his thick mass of disordered hair. I had heard rumors

thathe and Joan were living apart, and in fact he’d come to the

partywithout her. Joan’s absence was particularly conspicuous

becauseother members of Jackie’s extended family–including her

mother,her stepbrother, and assorted Kennedys, Shrivers, Lawfords,

andSmiths–were present. So were a few favored writers and

journalistswho, like me, had been befriended by Jackie.

　　“Teddy,” Jackie said as she introduced us, “this is Ed Klein.

Heused to be at Newsweek, and now he’s the editor of the New

YorkTimes Magazine.”

　　“The senator and I have met before,” I said. “You were

visitingJamie and Phyllis Wyeth on Monhegan Island.”

　　“Oh, yes, um, I remember that, ah, day, ah, well,” he said.

　　But he was slurring his words and speaking more loudly

thannecessary, and I concluded that he’d had too much to drink.

Still, itwas interesting to note that, even when inebriated, Ted

Kennedydisplayed impeccable manners. He had not yet turned fifty

andcould still hold his liquor.AGAIN, A DECADE or so went by before

I met Ted Kennedy forthe third time. It was the early 1990s, and

I’d left the Times aftereleven years as editor of its Sunday

magazine and was now writingfor Vanity Fair and Parade. I’d been

invited as the sole journalist toattend a private dinner given by a

group of wealthy contributors inhonor of Senator Kennedy at the

“21” Club, a Manhattan mecca fortop business executives and Wall

Street bankers.

　　Ted was preparing for a reelection campaign, and althoughhe’d

established a record as one of the Senate’s all- time greats

(he’dhad a hand in passing every major health, education, and civil

rightsbill over the past thirty years), he was in serious po liti

cal troubleback home in Massachusetts. As a result of his

entanglement in thesordid Palm Beach rape case against his nephew

William KennedySmith, Ted’s poll numbers had sunk to an all- time

low. It looked asthough the unthinkable might happen: a Kennedy

might actuallylose a race in Massachusetts.

　　He loved the Senate, and he intended to fight with everyweapon at

his disposal to keep his seat. His father, Joseph P. Ken -nedy, had

once famously said: “Politics is like war. It takes threethings to

win. The first is money and the second is money and thethird is

money.” Ted Kennedy had come to that night’s dinner toraise a lot

of money.

　　He was now sixty years old, and when he entered the room,I hardly

recognized him. There, in the middle of his creased andcrumpled

face, was his alcohol- ravaged nose–a rough, veined

protuberancethat was as gnarled as the knot of an oak tree. His

bloatedbody was bursting at the armpits of his suit jacket.

　　He was seated at a big round table next to his attractive

newwife, Victoria Reggie Kennedy, a tall, dark-haired, hazel- eyed

womanwho was twenty- two years his ju nior. Vicki glowed with vigor

andself- confidence. A successful lawyer in her own right, Vicki

had away of inserting herself into the conversation without

appearing toupstage the senator. In fact, it soon became apparent

that Vicki wasthere to look after Ted, monitor his answers, adjust

them if necessary,add some nuances–and make sure that he didn’t

drink toomuch. She sent the waiter away when he attempted to fill

her husband’swineglass for the third time. Ted seemed perfectly

content tolet Vicki run the show.

　　His speaking disability was on full display that eve ning. He

hadtrouble answering the simplest questions. He talked in sentence

fragmentsand at times didn’t make much sense. Each time he

faltered,he’d look over at Vicki, who’d beam back at him, and each

time heseemed to draw renewed confidence from her. I couldn’t help

butnotice the submissive way he related to Vicki, and compare that

withthe cool indifference he’d shown Joan on Monhegan Island

sometwenty years before.

　　By the end of the eve ning, I’d come to an extraordinary

conclusion:This was no longer the same Ted Kennedy I had first met

onMonhegan Island. This Ted Kennedy was a less agitated,

restless,and fretful man; he was also less self- conscious and ill

at ease, lessvain and egocentric.

　　Fundamental change in a person of Ted Kennedy’s age is

rare.

　　But here was l...

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　　“Arguably Klein's best work,

Ted Kennedy

is a masterful

account, providing fly-on-the wall perspective into one of

America’s most powerful and secretive families…a fascinating read

about one of the most consequential men of our time.”

　　—

Newsmax

　　“

Ted Kennedy

is quick, light and fascinating. Neither

exculpatory nor completely censorious, it’s a portrait of an

American legend whose life — whatever one things of his politics

and his past — has been one of significance.”

　　—

Richmond Times-Dispatch

　　“Fast-paced, very readable…Klein drew on a vast store of original

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　　From the Hardcover edition.

书籍介绍

In the most inspiring speech of his career, Ted Kennedy once vowed: "For all those whose cares have been our concern, the work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die."

Unlike his martyred brothers, John and Robert, whose lives were cut off before the promise of a better future could be realized, Ted lived long enough to make many promises come true. During a career that spanned an astonishing half-century, he put his imprint on every major piece of progressive legislation–from health care and education to civil rights.

There were times during that career–such as after the incident in Chappaquiddick–when Ted seemed to have surrendered to his demons. But there were other times–after one of his inspiring speeches on the floor of the Senate, for example–when he was compared to Henry Clay, Daniel Webster, John Calhoun, and other great lawmakers of the past.

Indeed, for most of his life, Ted Kennedy played a kaleidoscope of roles–from destructive thrill seeker to constructive lawmaker; from straying husband to devoted father and uncle. In Ted Kennedy: The Dream That Never Died, celebrated Kennedy biographer Edward Klein at last reconciles these contradictions, painting a stunningly original, up-to-the-moment portrait of Ted Kennedy and his remarkable late-in-life redemption.

Drawing on a vast store of original research and unprecedented access to Ted Kennedy’s political associates, friends, and family, Klein takes the reader behind the scenes to reveal many secrets. Among them:

• Why Caroline Kennedy, at Ted’s urging, aspired to fill the New York Senate vacancy but then suddenly and unexpectedly withdrew her candidacy.

• How Ted ended his longest-lasting romantic relationship to marry Victoria Reggie, and the unexpected effect that union had on his personal and political redemption.

• What transpired between the parents of Mary Jo Kopechne and Ted Kennedy during two private meetings at Ted’s home.

• Which feuds are likely to erupt within the Kennedy family in the wake of Ted’s demise, and what will become of Ted’s fortune and political legacy.

Ted Kennedy: The Dream That Never Died does not shrink from portraying the erratic side of Ted Kennedy and his former wife, Joan. But both in spirit and tone, it is a compassionate celebration of a complex man who, in the winter of his life, summoned the best in himself to come to the aid of his troubled nation.

From the Hardcover edition.