Along the Way: The Journey of a Father and Son
Martin Sheen, Hope Edelman
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In this remarkable dual memoir, film legend Martin Sheen and his accomplished actor/director son Emilio Estevez share the stories of their lives while charting a spiritual journey through the Spain of their ancestors.
At twenty-one, still a struggling actor, Martin and his wife, Janet, welcomed their firstborn, Emilio, who was quickly followed by three more children. Emilio had a special relationship with Martin: they often mirrored each other’s passions and sometimes clashed in their differences. After Martin and Emilio traveled together to India for the movie Gandhi, the beginnings of a spiritual awakening eventually led both men to Spain. Along the famed Camino de Santiago pilgrimage path, Emilio directed Martin in The Way, bringing generations together in the region of Spain where Martin’s father was born and near where Emilio’s own son had moved to marry and live.
With vivid, behind-the-scenes anecdotes, Along the Way is a striking, stirring, funny story—a family saga that is as universal in its rebellions and regrets, aspirations and triumphs.
appease my father. Begrudgingly, I did both, but I deliberately failed the college exam, scoring only three out of one hundred. My father got the message but still refused to give me his blessing. That summer I auditioned for a local television show called The Rising Generation, which aired every Saturday night in Dayton. Essentially it was a local talent competition. Singers, dancers, musicians, magicians—all would perform live in front of the cameras, and the home audience would mail in
from the ground or check the progress of the vines. The relationship we’re having now, removed from the trappings of time, echoes back to generations of men before us who lived off their land. Unlike my father, I never chose a formal religion to follow, but the connection to the earth and this connection to my grandfather are my form of spiritual sustenance. They aren’t things I asked for but things that just seemed to happen, that slowly revealed themselves to me. I can feel these connections
boxes from the back of the truck across the lawn to our cabanas as if they barely even noticed the rain. I swung my box down onto the porch of our cabana and headed back to the truck. The lawn was already so saturated at that time of year that it started flooding almost immediately. Back and forth between the truck and the cabanas, the drivers and I sloshed across the grass with boxes balanced on our shoulders, drenched straight through our clothes, until all of the boxes had been safely
I can’t decide which is worse, having to get through this night without them or how I’d feel if they had seen me on stage. It’s a tie. Next time, I vow, I’ll pick a play that’s less challenging. I won’t pick material that’s over my head. Even now, thirty-five years later, the act of remembering that night brings back all the emotions I felt on stage. The humiliation, the anxiety, even the sweaty palms. But what strikes me most is not that I managed to survive the experience intact, or that I
managers who’d expressed an interest in me had encouraged me to use Sheen because it would make their jobs easier if they could introduce me as Martin’s son. Also, there were enough hurdles as it was to break into acting. I figured that maybe a non-Hispanic, already-known surname would give me an edge. Emilio Sheen. I looked at it sitting there alone in the bottom right corner of the photo. It had seemed like a good idea, but on paper, it looked terrible. My Latin first name bumped up against