Back The Last Days of John Lennon
Chapters (91)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
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  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
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  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
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  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
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  41. Chapter 33
  42. Chapter 34
  43. Chapter 35
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  45. Chapter 36
  46. Chapter 37
  47. Chapter 38
  48. Chapter 39
  49. Chapter 40
  50. Chapter 41
  51. Chapter 42
  52. Chapter 43
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  54. Chapter 44
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  56. Chapter 45
  57. Chapter 46
  58. Chapter 47
  59. Chapter 48
  60. Chapter 49
  61. Chapter 50
  62. Chapter 51
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  64. Chapter 52
  65. Chapter 53
  66. Chapter 54
  67. Chapter 55
  68. Chapter 56
  69. Chapter 57
  70. Chapter 58
  71. Chapter 59
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  73. Chapter 60
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  75. Chapter 61
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  77. Chapter 62
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  79. Chapter 63
  80. Chapter 64
  81. Chapter 65
  82. Chapter 66
  83. Chapter 67
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  85. Chapter 68
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  87. Notes
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  89. ABOUT THE AUTHORS
  90. Photos
  91. Coming Soon

“We got back together, decided this was our life, that having a baby was important to us and that anything else was subsidiary to that. We worked hard for that child,” John says. “We went through all hell trying to have a baby, through many miscarriages and other problems. He is what they call a love child in truth. Doctors told us we could never have a child. We almost gave up.”

John books a country house where Yoko can rest, and he cancels all their plans.

“Stay alive in ’75. That’s my motto,” he tells an interviewer. “I just feel good now, I’m writing well, so I’m happy.”

John presents his wife with his Los Angeles diary, chronicling all the highs and lows of his separation from her.

He pulls out a book of matches. Strikes one. Touches the lit match to the edges of the paper, sparking a flame. He carries the burning diary to the kitchen sink and watches the pages burn, the past turning to ash.

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John and Yoko go public with their reunion on March 1, 1975, live and on television. The occasion is the seventeenth Grammy Awards, held at the Uris Theatre, in Manhattan.

Wearing a black suit and black beret, Elton’s medallion, a pin that spells “Elvis” in sparkling letters, and a gold ring on his left ring finger, John takes the stage with Paul Simon (formerly of the duo Simon and Garfunkel, who split in 1970 while Art Garfunkel was pursuing an acting career) to present the night’s top honor, Record of the Year.

“Hello, I’m John. I used to play with my partner, Paul,” John says.

“I’m, uh…I’m Paul. I used to play with my partner, Art,” responds Simon.

When Olivia Newton John’s “I Honestly Love You” wins, things appear to get a little tense as Garfunkel himself comes onstage to accept the award on her behalf.

“Are you ever getting back together again?” John asks the famous duo, in an obvious joke, and Simon immediately returns the question, “Are you guys getting back together again?” “No,” John says with a laugh. “It’s terrible, isn’t it?”

Paul McCartney, who earlier in the evening won in absentia for “Band on the Run” (Best Pop Performance by a Duo, Group, or Chorus), isn’t around to comment on John’s response.

But John’s other reunion is newsworthy. The press picks up on the “Thank you, Mother” (John’s term of endearment for Yoko), which he called out as he made his entrance, and snaps photos of the couple, Yoko in a floor-length white gown with ostrich-feather trim.

Of that Grammy appearance with Yoko, John says, “I was glad it was big, and it was quick, so we got maximum effect and it sort of said it without having to go through a big routine—it just sort of went in all the right papers and magazines, and there we were, and that’s it.”

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