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Topic - Alexandra Styron
Look closely at the 1970s-era jacket photograph selected for Alexandra Styron's memoir. Seated in what appears to be the den of her family home, a girl of about 7, tangle-haired and pretty, gazes with a loving smile at her daddy, novelist William Styron (1925-2006).
Styron lived to write, and in the course of his daily labors anything - an unsharpened pencil, the sound of a telephone ringing, or any number of things - might set off a foul-mouthed tirade directed at those closest to him.
Alexandra Styron told the AP on Friday that her father "trusted Loomis entirely."