I Walked the Line: My Life with Johnny by Vivian Cash (2008)
Read: July 2012
I picked this up ages ago as we’d really enjoyed the Johnny Cash film biog with Joachin Phoenix. This book thought focused on Johnny Cash’s life with his first wife, but I thought would still be a good read.
When setting down to read it the blurb focused heavily on the fact that she was ‘setting the story straight’ and ‘telling her side’ which had ‘never been told before’. I couldn’t really work out what preconceptions or stories I’d heard before about Johnny’s first wife and his early career that needed setting straight, but I’m sure she had a good reason to feel hard done by and the need to write the book.
It turned out that over 75% of the book is actually transcripts of three years worth of letters that Johnny had written to Vivian when he was posted in Germany. He went there just a few months after they met and they were married just a month after her returned from his posting. To be honest I didn’t read every word of all the letters, but I did skim through them and read some in more detail. The effect of included them all was seeing a relationship develop (although only being able to see one side of the relationship was weird) and seeing how tough life is when you are posted away from your loved ones.
What the narrative in the book then did show, was how Vivian had to be the stay-at-home mum or their one, then two, then three, then four girls, while Johnny went on tour. It seems that as the family grew in size Johnny had to be away more often and this naturally led to the strain on the relationship. What led Johnny to drugs I don’t know, but the relationship suffered further from the drugs and then from June Carter.
This is probably the area that is in dispute and that Vivian feels the need to justify, but it is clear that it was not a good situation to be in; four girls, two women, Johnny and the drugs.
I’ve passed this book on to MummyB and warned her that it is interesting, but the bulk of the book is the letters and can be skimmed through to get the rough idea, rather than ploughing through which won’t lead to much more of a deeper understanding.