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The witty and perceptive diaries kept by Cecil Beaton's authorized biographer during his many fascinating encounters with extraordinary—often legendary—characters in his search for the real Cecil Beaton.

Hugo Vickers's life took a dramatic turn in 1979 when the legendary Sir Cecil Beaton invited him to be his authorised biographer. The excitement of working with the famous photographer was dashed only days later when Cecil Beaton died. But the journey had begun - Vickers was entrusted with Beaton's papers, diaries and, most importantly, access to his friends and contemporaries.

In Malice in Wonderland , Vickers shares excerpts from his personal diaries kept during this period. For five years, Vickers travelled the world and talked to some of the most fascinating and important social and cultural figures of the time, including royalty such as the Queen Mother and Princess Margaret, film stars such as Grace Kelly, Audrey Hepburn and Julie Andrews, writers such as Truman Capote, and photographers such as Irving Penn and Horst. And not only Beaton's friends - Vickers sought out the enemies too, notably Irene Selznick. He was taken under the wings of Lady Diana Cooper, Clarissa Avon and Diana Vreeland.

Drawn into Beaton's world and accepted by its members, Vickers the emerging biographer also began his own personal adventure. The outsider became the insider - Beaton's friends became his friends. Malice in Wonderland is a fascinating portrait of a now disappeared world, and vividly and sensitively portrays some of its most fascinating characters as we travel with Vickers on his quest.

Funny but not hilarious (quotes on cover over-state it,). Improves in second half of the book. Chapter on Duke of Gloucester particularly good (only watches children's tv, in particular The Lone Ranger!). Main impressions are the ignorance, cruelty, stupidity, pettiness, selfishness, hostility, and drinking. Generally an amusing but unpleasant group of people.

Recently seeing A Streetcar Named Desire for the first time in years, I was bowled over by this breathtakingly beautiful woman who was also putting on such a wonderful performance as an actress. Where did she come up with the combination of lostness, spunk, deep hurt and pathos that she poured out into Brando's and Kim Hunter's dysfunctional hovel, while also wreaking such havoc on poor Karl Malden as her hypnotized accidental suitor? How could she inject such a depth of hard-won passion and tragic loss into a movie role? This was no typical melodramatic performance. Was it perhaps her whole life that had prepared her for it?

After choosing and ordering one from over a dozen available Vivien Leigh biographies, I set about trying to find an answer.

Vivien Hartley came from a respectable family without huge amounts of money or status. Educated in a nunnery, followed by finishing school, she was prepared to join the elite by virtue of early competency in theatricals augmented by amazing good looks. From a very early age, nearly everyone who encountered her considered her the most beautiful girl/woman they'd ever seen. She could soon get any man to fall over himself for her or fall in love with her. She thrived on attention and loved having great times among society, the higher and more in the crowd the better.

She married young, too young at nineteen, to a kind gentleman named Herbert Leigh Holman, and soon found herself pregnant. Her acting career was getting going, though, and when she gave birth to a daughter named Suzanne, whom she soon handed over to her mother Gertrude to raise as her granddaughter.

Propelled by talent, but even more by looks, her career soon took off. Now Vivien Leigh, she attracted Laurence Olivier's attention and both became instantly and totally smitten with each other. At the same time, word of her reached Hollywood, she was added to a shortlist of Scarlett O'Haras for Gone With The Wind, one of the most eagerly anticipated movies ever. A screen test identified her as the perfect Scarlett. She was off and running.

But she had health problems. A bout of tuberculosis weakened her stamina. Her affair with Olivier added terrible stresses to her public life. Her husband would not consider divorce. She had trouble saying no to hordes of friends and admirers. Between acting, partying, fretting about Olivier and trying to have some kind of a domestic life with him, she constantly courted exhaustion. Bipolar symptoms emerged that made her life impossible to manage well.

Gone With the Wind was a total triumph. Vivien won the Academy Award. Her life only got more frenetic from there. Finally she and Olivier both got divorces and were able to marry. As the perfect couple, they occupied the spotlight as never before. It all got progressively more unreal. Vivien suffered a breakdown. Olivier described them both as walking corpses.

Now the plot thickens a little. In 1949, Vivien signed up to play Blanche Dubois in the West End, London, production of A Streetcar Named Desire, which like the later film co-starred Marlon Brando and Kim Hunter. Vivien's was to be a demanding role, including a rape scene. The production was a huge hit and ran for 339 performances. It was a grueling run, following which she was almost immediately involved in production for the film version. She clearly needed to slow down, but didn't, or couldn't.

Mr. Vickers, author of this biography that I read, speculates that the length and intensity of the theatrical role of Blanche effected a change within Vivien, causing her to identify with a lost, mentally ill version of herself. He cites authorities to the effect that actors playing roles involving mental illness run risks of internalizing and actually developing features and aspects, if not full blown instances of the illnesses they play. It's an interesting theory, and one that for me seems to chime with the Vivien of Streetcar vs. that of Gone With the Wind twelve years earlier. It's possible that she arrived at her depth of performance in the movie of Streetcar by a process of becoming infected by Blanche the character's mental illness during the long theatrical run.

Nor did the transformation, if that's what it was, end after Streetcar. The remaining sixteen years of her life were plagued by manias and deep depressions. She strayed into Hollywood affairs. Her marriage to Olivier fell apart. She alienated her friends. Finally, she re-contracted TB and died at fifty-three. Her mental illness progressed, perhaps matching or even exceeding Blanche's. But until her dying day Vivien never lost the extraordinary beauty that had been her blessing, but also -- because she never reached her longed-for highest heights as an actor, alongside Olivier -- a kind of curse.

This was an absolutely enjoyable read. Prince Edward, Duke of Kent, has led a life full of service to the Crown and hasn't once shirked his duty. The book is full of remembrances from the Duke. As a bonus, Hugo Vickers, the organizer of this autobiography, was granted access to the Duke's elusive wife, his children, his siblings, and his cousins. The result is a fantastic look at a life well-lived.

I cannot recommend it highly enough!

I read most of Cecil Beaton's diaries and recently purchased the two huge unexpurgated sets. However, before I launched into those I thought I would read this biography. At my age, I am familiar with all the names and boy was this book full of name dropping. Cecil sure crammed a lot into his life. He seems to have met every name person in three generations and photographed all of them. It is a condensation of his diaries for those who cannot or will not read either the original diaries pruned for publication by Cecil or the unexpurgated diaries tampered with by the Vickers himself. Cecil was a fascinating man and since I have read autobiographies, biographies, and books of letters by so many of the people mentioned in this book - Diana Cooper, Stephen Tennant, Cyril Connolly, Nancy Mitford, Peter Watson, Peter Quennell, James Lees-Milne and so very many others - in which Cecil has been mentioned..reading him directly is a pleasure and to have an outsider pull it all together was interesting. However, it took me a long time to read, which is not normal for me, even for a book close to 900 pages. I usually give a book the benefit of the doubt and in this case it had me worried that at my advanced age my grip on reading was loosening...I hope it was the book.

This is a set of reminiscences and journal entries from the time Pope-Hennessy, in many ways a tragic figure, produced his magnum opus, his biography of Queen Mary. If you are familiar with that work and its subject, this is a fascinating companion book, as it records Pope-Hennessy's journeys around Europe to catch the last remnants of the old order before they died. En route he has many adventures in palaces and castles, and there are very funny accounts of meals and conversations. His trip to stay with the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester is perhaps the highlight. One of the interesting aspects of the book is how he is obviously both fascinated and appalled by many of the people he meets – all of whom are now I think dead, except the present Queen.
If you are not familiar with the biography then you are likely to find this book somewhat bewildering. But the solution to that is simple, and will enrich you.

Shortly after Queen Mary's death (1953), James Pope- Hennessy was commissioned with writing her biography. This is NOT that book, but a collection of the many inteviews he had with those who knew her,; the (often more revealing) letters P-H wrote about those interviews to his friends...and very literate (and often hilarious) descriptions of the places, the characters and the author's reactions, the whole interpolated with explanations from editor Hugh Vickers.

Utter entertainment as P-H prowls around stately homes, gets invited to stay with sundy royals, reminisces with past servants, ladies of the bedchamber etc. I feel hugely motivated to read the actual work. Normally a biographer is a shadowy presence as he brings forth the character of his subject, but Pope-Hennessy is a very vivid, vital part of the telling- and, strangely, that in fact adds to his work.

Who could forget the Duchess of Windsor ("She is flat and angular, and could have been designed for a medieval playing card...the expression is either anticipatory (signalling to one, "I know this is going to be loads of fun, don't yew?") or appreciative- the great giglamp smile, thee wide wide open eyes, which are so very large and pale and veined, the painted lips and the cannibal teeth.")

And the surprisingly negative take on Sandringham- a place I've never visited- "Next to the death-chamber is the most sinister little room of all, now used by Prince Charles as his schoolroom...I should not like to be alone in that room at night."

Completely brings flat characters in Burke's Peerage to very vivid life. I'm very glad Mr Pope-Hennessy never wrote MY biography! Uttely recommended.

Very funny read.

This is a pretty good book. I give it 3 stars in part because the subject matter did not hold my interest, but it does involve the treatment of people with physical handicaps and with early psychotherapy.

The book opens with the birth of Alice while her great-grandmother, Queen Victoria, stands by. There is even a photo of the 4 generations seated together with an older Queen looking as regal as ever. Vickers takes great pains to keep the proper titles and names of royalty (hence Alice's official name being "Princess Andrew" because of her marriage to Prince Andrea of Greece). He also has extensive endnotes and footnotes to capture the names of minor individuals who are mentioned in a paragraph or series of events.

All in all I was captured by this book. Though I'm not a student of modern European royalty, the events of the late 19th and on through the middle 20th century all touched this princess's life: Queen Victoria, the Great War, the Bolshevik Revolution (where her relations were killed as they were part of the extended Russian Royal Family), the downfall of many royal families after the Second World War, and even modern psychotherapy. This latter is a surprising event coming as it does in the middle years of Alice's life - her symptoms of extreme religiosity, her commitment to a mental health facility in Switzerland, and her final regaining of sanity thanks to some quite ordinary people.

She gave birth to four daughters and a son, who became Prince Philip of Greece the Prince Consort of Queen Elizabeth II. The separation he endured from his mother during her insanity and time in a hospital is also mentioned and might certainly point to a certain amount of his emotional distance.

Very much enjoyed this biography of a much-loved British queen. Hugo Vickers has written a very flattering account of the late queen mother's fascinating life.

Alice: Princess Andrew of Greece is a biography by Hugo Vickers concerning Alice of Battenberg, one of Queen Victoria's numerous great-grandchildren, part of the German nobility and, most importantly for history, the mother of Philip, Consort to Elizabeth II. She lived an interesting life, starting with near total deafness from birth, which she overcame through lip-reading. She grew up in England, Germany and Malta, and eventually married Prince Andrew of Greece and Denmark, whose elder brother eventually became King of Greece (although having no Greek blood himself at all). Alice had five children, four daughters and Philip, the youngest, but by the time he was a few years old, she had fallen into a psychotic mania involving religious delusions that she was the sole "bride of Christ" and that God was directing her to spread her rather convoluted philosophy. As a result, she was hospitalized for some seven years, largely missing Philip's youth, but slowly she recovered and re-entered the world, albeit usually wearing a nun's habit. Her family, though aristocratic and land-holding, didn't have a lot of money, but she managed to travel almost constantly, staying with extended family members and friends throughout much of Europe, although her home base was in Greece, for the most part. There, she served as a nurse during the Balkan Wars (prior to WWI), and she also remained in Greece during WWII, helping to feed the starving population of Athens at a time when most of the royal family was in exile. She died in 1969, having witnessed much of the history of the twentieth century and having contributed to it as well. An interesting woman, although certainly a difficult one. Vickers manages somehow to keep all of the numerous famliy members in check, so that the reader can follow the often bewildering inter-relationships between various individuals, many of whom bore the same first name. He has done his research, and much of the narrative relies on letters written to and by family members, to which he was given access by the family. Despite the inherent confusion involved in handling such a large number of individuals, the author does a good job of keeping the reader on track and keeping the focus on this rather enigmatic member of the English (and Greek, and Danish) royal family. Recommended for fans of historical biography.½

The most useful part of this volume is the section on 'The Royal Lineage', comprising a set of narrative pedigrees compiled by David Williamson and Jeffrey Finestone.

Very interesting. Garbo does not come off very well here.

Bought 13 May 2008 - Cinema Bookshop, Hay-on-Wye

I think this is my last Hay book!

A wonderful biography, full of detail but never descending into a list of names and events. Full of personal information, but never prurient. Full of Beaton's diary entries but with its own style. With excellent pictures (as it should have) - both photos and sketches, and marvellous footnotes which explain who various people are as you come across them, but not in too much detail. Beaton is put into his context and allowed to shine, and, in high praise indeed, this biographer comes up to the standard of my great favourite, Michael Holroyd.