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"In this revelatory, authoritative portrait of Donald J. Trump and the toxic family that made him, Mary L. Trump, a trained clinical psychologist and Donald�s only niece, shines a bright light on the dark history of their family in order to explain how her uncle became the man who now threatens the world�s health, economic security, and social fabric. Mary Trump spent much of her childhood in her grandparents� large, imposing house in the heart of Queens, New York, where Donald and his four siblings grew up. She describes a nightmare of traumas, destructive relationships, and a tragic combination of neglect and abuse. She explains how specific events and general family patterns created the damaged man who currently occupies the Oval Office, including the strange and harmful relationship between Fred Trump and his two oldest sons, Fred Jr. and Donald. A firsthand witness to countless holiday meals and interactions, Mary brings an incisive wit and unexpected humor to sometimes grim, often confounding family events. She recounts in unsparing detail everything from her uncle Donald�s place in the family spotlight and Ivana�s penchant for regifting to her grandmother�s frequent injuries and illnesses and the appalling way Donald, Fred Trump�s favorite son, dismissed and derided him when he began to succumb to Alzheimer�s." --book jacket.… (more)
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Is this book sour grapes? Perhaps. But I don't doubt that most of it, if not all of it, is true. I
If you have ever wondered “What the heck??” this goes a long way towards answering that question.
It's not a political exposé. You will be disappointed if that's
Donald was the fourth of five children, and the second of three sons, of Fred Trump and Mary Anne Trump. He was two years old, and his brother Robert, the one recently buried from the White House, was only nine months old, when their mother became very ill and was suddenly hospitalized. It was months before she recovered, to the extent that she did, and in the interim, Fred didn't bother to parent the kids at all; that was Mary Anne's job. It was not his job, even when she wasn't available to do it.
However good a parent Mary Anne Trump may have been before this illness, she was much less able to be an effective parent afterward. Mary Trump, based on what her aunts, father, and possibly her uncles told her, says that Mary Anne was the type of mother who used her children to comfort herself, rather than comforting them.
Fred Trump pitted his sons, especially Freddy and Donald, against each other.
Donald, even as a toddler, was seeing his elder brother, Freddy, abused and neglected due to not having the "killer" traits that Fred was determined his son should have.
Donald learned fear watching the abuse of his brother, and learned ruthlessness and disregard for anyone but himself as he hid his fear and was rewarded for even his worst behavior.
There are parts of this book that resonate very strongly with me, relating to, let me be clearly, childhood experiences that were not nearly so bad and parents that were not nearly so damaged themselves, but which nevertheless have some resemblances.
Some reviews complain that Mary Trump shows some empathy for Donald. Of course she does; she's a clinical psychologist, and unlike Donald, she's a normal human being who does have empathy and who watched some of the abuse, of Donald and of her father, up close. I feel some of that empathy, too.
It doesn't change what we should do about Donald Trump. It doesn't change my astonishment, or apparently Mary's, that so many people were taken in by him in the 2016 election. He's a very damaged person, incapable of doing the job he currently has, and that's a danger to all of us.
Recommended.
I bought this book.
It wasn't until the last small chapter of the book that Mary gives a psychological profile of Donald. She hits it exactly. I don't wish to read anything else about Donald Trump, but this was definitely a worthwhile read. I wish Mary all the best.
We’ve always known that Trump is a narcissistic emotional cripple who just makes things
What’s most troubling to me is how many people are willing to enable him, or worse, take advantage of him in order to pursue their own agendas. We cannot let this man serve another term as president.
The book is stunning. The author, who is both Trump's niece and a psychologist, dissects her family from a professional standpoint
This is the one Trump book that should be read by everyone, especially those who think Trump has any interest in their welfare. Of course, they won't read it, but then, they've drunk the koolaid. Interestingly, Trump has commented very little on the contents of the book. Maybe he knows better than to give these stories more attention lest his followers get wind of them.
It is the story of Fred Trump's family from the viewpoint of someone who, despite not being welcomed within it because her father needed to be himself, still
It is the memory of a person whose entire life was formed by bad parents, her own and theirs. It is the analytical conclusions of a trained psychologist whose degree is from a highly regarded school. It is also chilling, infuriating, and deeply, deeply saddening to read.
Freddy Trump never got a break; he died before his life developed meaning and long after he stopped caring about it. Fred, father of the Devil's Brood, was a tyrannical, withholding man without a shred of empathy or emotional capacity. Mary Anne Trump, illegal Scottish immigrant, was useless and indifferent as a mother or grandmother.
And there is no doubt that 45 was formed in this nuclear reactor to be exactly who he is. Mary Trump had a balcony seat to the process and tells us exactly what happened on the occasions she was present. This is not sensationalized or presented as a bid for pity. Dr. Trump made a concerted effort to tell us what happened *then* contextualize it on a psychological level.
I didn't want to read another hatchet job on 45. Of course I despise him. I don't need more fuel for that binfire. I do, however, need to have some context, some sense of *why* this catastrophe is unfolding. Dr. Mary Trump told me what I wanted to know.
The seeds of the present are always in the past.
Fred, the Trump patriarch, could not see that each of his children has different personalities than him and that it was not a bad thing. Unfortunately he wanted winners and "killers" so when Freddy was not the same personality as him, he destroyed him emotionally. With supportive parents Freddy would have had a different life that would have been a success. The girls, Maryanne and Elizabeth, were not looked at by Fred. They were girls and did not count. They, too, with supportive parents would have achieved success. Donald needed someone to keep him in line which neither parent did. Fred rewarded his behavior while Mary overlooked what he did. The youngest, Robert, hung with Donald but, like Freddy for his father, became the scapegoat for Donald.
I am amazed that Mary, the niece, as she tells the stories from and of the family that she remained in contact with them after Fred's will was read. It is hard to believe that anyone would want to be around these people. They are flawed and not looking to change. While she paints a sympathetic picture and wants to explain why her uncle and his siblings are the way they are, I still did not come away liking these adults. I felt sorry for all the children and grandchildren in this family. I hope some day they all find love and acceptance just for themselves and not for who their ancestors are.
If it isn't true, then it must be counted as a work of brilliant verisimilitude. If it isn't true, it's as compellingly inventive as any world-creating fantasy by a master of fiction. The voice of conviction together with the vivid detail and the latitude and
This is not an instance of great writing, and it isn't a display of great editing either. It has some rough spots. It sounds in places as if portions were written at long intervals, without looking back, and possibly as self-contained shorter pieces that hadn't been stitched into a seamless whole. I would also guess that sections or passages have been deleted without a thorough check of continuity in the remaining parts.
For example, the author refers to her parents as Freddy and Linda through much of the book, and then suddenly they're "my father" and "my mom." A reference to Gam comes without introduction, and even though we can guess it's a grandmother, we don't know at first which one. Those are editorial lapses that should have been scrupulously addressed in a book destined to be as high-profile as this one. Some future historical study is going to have to "sic" a lot of quotes.
Curiously, the author's own blind spots contribute to a sense of authenticity that it would be hard to counterfeit. Speaking of her father's critical illness and death in 1981 at age 42, she writes of how her grandparents had generously supported two top-flight medical facilities in New York, but that when her father was taken ill, "A single phone call would have guaranteed the best treatment for their son at either facility. No call was made" (page 121). Instead, the ambulance took him to a public hospital in Queens, where he died later that night. Even while deploring the family's sense of entitlement and exemption from the constraints of ordinary mortals, she implicitly shares the expectation of privilege with which her father ought to have been treated by reason of her grandfather's wealth.
Nevertheless, if a technical critique brings out a number of shortcomings, nothing can reduce the impact of the content. This book wipes away all pretext for justifying the conduct of the monster in the White House.
I read this book for three reasons:
(1) raw curiosity;
(2) validation--a kind of grim satisfaction in seeing in close view just how bad this situation is; and
(3) a warning.
With respect to the first, I very nearly regret that urge, because, as they say, you can't unsee it. The spectacle of young Donald relentlessly tormenting his little brother Robert, the one who died just two weeks ago, with everyone else utterly powerless to make him stop, effectively snuffs any hope of kindness or decency from this warped man-thing.
To the second: it turns out to be far worse than I imagined. Somewhere in my soul, I hoped and believed that this president, an American president, our president, could not be as crude and vile a character as he appeared. Something like humanity must be there to be found, perhaps by a close family member, if not by a traumatized public. Not so. There is no redeeming quality there. There is no saving virtue. There is only vice, and more of it than most of literature has ever concentrated in one character before. I am at a loss to take it in. What's more, I think it would poison me if I could.
No later than page 11, we read: "the lies, misrepresentations, and fabrications that are the sum total of who my uncle is." Mary depicts an unfathomable concavity that shouldn't exist this side of hell.
I predict a future version of Godwin's law that invokes another name.
For the third, it is that: a warning. Mary writes that her mission is "to take Donald down" (page 188). Her book won't do that directly. What it does do, has done, is to hand over the keys to Trump's psyche. There can't be a politician anywhere in the U.S., and probably not anywhere in the world, who hasn't read this or won't be reading it soon. And I imagine that even the ones who've seen Trump up close are uniformly appalled by what this book exposes.
Some will still call it a pack of lies; but then let them put forward a narrative that fits the facts better than this one.
However, I fear that there may still be too much uncomprehending optimism in the populace at large, just as there is about covid-19: can it really, really, really be as bad as they say? We don't have the yardstick that can take its measure. The Republican National Convention ended two nights ago. Yesterday an opinion writer named Mimi Swartz wrote this comment in the New York Times: Democrats who spent the last four nights watching Netflix aren’t ready for what’s coming.
I hope they will be. I hope they use the keys.
As another reviewer has said, the only mystery is how the 30-40% can still be supporting him when all of these defects are on full display every day.
There are a lot of tales and scenes from the 60s,70s, and 80s illustrating how tightly the patriarch, Fred Sr., ruled the roost. Many of these settings take place at the dinner table. The old man did not take failure well, and could cut with a glare or angry insult, no matter the age of the miscreant. Donald and older brother Freddie handled these criticisms in two very different ways. Not a lot of psychological probing here by the author and no surprise to read that she was a lot more sympathetic to her father’s sins than her uncle’s.
This book is not a psychological analysis of President Trump (DJT), rather it’s a mini bio of the Trump family, with heavy emphasis on Freddie Trump, not DJT’s father, but rather the author’s dad and older brother to DJT. He was a pilot for TWA and a drinker, but not very interested in real estate, so the black sheep of the family. Freddie Jr. died at an early age. Then, when Grandpa Trump passed and his huge estate was probated, it was cut up not into five shares, one for each of the old man’s surviving and deceased kids, but rather four pieces; Freddie Jr.’s family (meaning author Mary and brother) got nothing. There’s a lot in here about that Will and legal attempts to settle the ensuing family dispute, as in years and years..
The story leaps ahead. DJT is Prez. The author is invited along with most of the family to the White House soon after the inauguration and comments that it was the first contact she had with her uncle during the previous ten years. She doesn’t seem to have much contact thereafter. So much for first hand knowledge. In the remaining few pages of the book she skims over most of DJT’s shortcomings and laments how he manages to go unchallenged. Yet she makes no mention at all of his supporters, and who they are and what it is about him that appeals to them and how he recognized that and how he leverages that and….etc., etc. So we finally get a tad more psychology but it seems like Psych Lite, and a case of too little, too late.
Mary Trump did a great job of compiling family history into a very readable book.
Such a dysfunctional family. I
I am glad I read the book, is all of it believable? Who knows? The book gives the reader a glimpse into the Trump empire.
Mary L. Trump devotes much of the book to the sad story of her father, Fred, Jr. As the oldest son, he yearned for his father's approval, but it was always withheld from him. He ended up drinking himself into an early grave.
This is a short book, but it is so filled with instances of blatant hard-hardheartedness that it is difficult to read. Almost makes one feel sorry for 45.
It was his father Fred who instilled in his 2nd son the practice of divide and conquer, but only after the total destruction of his eldest, and namesake Frederick.
Mary Trump is an intelligent woman, with a PHD in clinical psychology. This book was not written out of spite, but rather as a warning of what will be.
According to the author, patriarch Fred essentially ignored his five children throughout their childhood, beginning to be interested in them only when they were old enough to help him build and hold his real estate fortune. Second son Donald, she says, was his father's favorite and was enabled, spoiled, and indulged in everything he did, creating a man-child who appears to be supremely certain of his own infallibility, but who is hollow at the core.
If the text sometimes carries the odor of sour grapes, it would be understandable. Mary Trump's father "Freddy", who was the eldest son, was apparently a great disappointment to the old man, lacking the "killer" instinct he sought in his offspring. According to the author, her father was constantly humiliated, passed over, and ignored by Fred Trump. Whether the alcoholism that ultimately contributed to his early death was the cause or the result of this treatment is a decision each reader will have to make on their own.
There's certainly no doubt about her opinion of her uncle, of whom she writes: "Donald today is much as he was at three years old: incapable of growing, learning, or evolving, unable to regulate his emotions, moderate his responses, or take in and synthesize information. ... Nothing is ever enough." (And that's one of the more flattering passages.)
As a psychological study, it's mildly interesting. As a portrait of a man-child whose self-aggrandizement has propelled him far beyond his meager abilities, it's old news. And as a portrayal of a reckless leader who seems to have no conception of the notion that his actions have real-life consequences for millions of people, it is utterly terrifying.