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Kate: The Woman Who Was Hepburn

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by William J. Mann

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A New York Times Book Review Notable Book of the Year

One of Publishers Weekly's 100 Best Books of the Year

Katharine Hepburn was her own creation—an ambitious, vulnerable woman who charmed the public with the image of an East Coast aristocrat, wearing pants and freely speaking her mind. But that


A New York Times Book Review Notable Book of the Year

One of Publishers Weekly's 100 Best Books of the Year

Katharine Hepburn was her own creation—an ambitious, vulnerable woman who charmed the public with the image of an East Coast aristocrat, wearing pants and freely speaking her mind. But that show didn't come easily to her, or without tremendous effort and concealment. None of her success did.

With this biography, William J. Mann challenges much of what we think we know about the Great Kate, and shows how a woman originally considered too controversial for Hollywood stardom learned the fine art of image making and transformed herself into an icon as all-American as the Statue of Liberty. With new material drawn from Hepburn's private papers, William J. Mann's Kate is "not just the best on Hepburn—it's a book that sets new standards in movie biography" (David Thomson, The New York Observer).

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"A page-turner and a revelation."—USA Today

"Not just the best on Hepburn—it's a book that sets new standards in movie biography."—The New York Observer

"While previous biographers may have added more embroidery to the accepted story of Hepburn's life, Mann pretty much blows everything out of the water."—San Francisco Chronicle

"Mann handles the material with clear-eyed equanimity. . . . A corrective to the hagiography that has often been passed as her personal history."—The Washington Post

"Certain to stand tall as the definitive biography of Hepburn."—The Sunday Times (London)

Janet Maslin
… Mr. Mann’s strengths are analytical thinking and resourceful digging. And he writes without venom; he is not unbecomingly obsessed with Hepburn’s shortcomings. So he does accomplish what he meant to. Kate is a real-life version of one of America’s favorite fairy tales.
— The New York Times
Ann Hornaday
Though Hepburn emerges as a willful fame-seeker in Kate , Mann is never less than respectful and even-handed when discussing aspects of her life she may have preferred stay in the shadows. The sexual peccadilloes of Hepburn, Tracy, director George Cukor and their cosmopolitan circle could certainly be fodder for a more salacious account, but Mann handles the material with clear-eyed equanimity. Some of the most revealing passages of this biography have to do with Hepburn's remarkable third act, when in later life she exerted her indomitable determination to create yet another version of herself: not headstrong ingenue or glamorous star, but cherished American treasure. Mann offers a corrective to the hagiography that has often passed as her personal history (up to and including her own memoirs), but nonetheless manages to keep intact her image as rebellious icon, screen goddess and American original.
— The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
Mann, a skilled chronicler of gay Hollywood (Wisecracker: The Life and Times of William Haines), says at the onset it doesn't make sense to try to pin down Katharine Hepburn with modern labels of sexual identity. Mann's careful research on the longstanding rumors about Hepburn's lesbianism suggests that the notoriously feisty and tomboyish actress lived her life as a man with little empathy for women's issues. This interpretation also shatters the legend of her romance with Spencer Tracy-instead, Mann establishes a pattern of relationships in which the sex-averse Hepburn played emotional caretaker to a series of alcoholic, closeted homosexuals that, in addition to Tracy, included director John Ford. Yet the portrait is constructed so carefully that it never feels shocking. Mann also devotes significant attention to Hepburn's rocky relationships with Hollywood studios and with the press, revealing that the self-styled renegade wasn't above collaborating to shape her public image, and depicts her final decline into alcoholism and depression with sensitivity. Hepburn's siblings and contemporaries (now free to speak after her death) make major corrections to earlier Hepburn biographies, creating a picture of a complex woman rather than the icon she worked hard to become in the public's eye. This will surely be the definitive version of Hepburn's life for decades to come, as it is an outstanding example of painstaking research matched with splendid writing. (Oct. 3) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
With her angular features, androgynous appearance, and distinctive voice, Katharine Hepburn (d. 2003) brought a new, more adult sensibility to American movies. Journalist and cultural historian Mann (Edge of Midnight: The Life of John Schlesinger) adds to the already crowded field of Hepburn biographies with this look at the complex, contradictory life of the actress, played out against almost a century of American social history. He presents Hepburn's long-lasting influences e.g., her "can-do" New England upbringing and her beloved brother's death. He also dispels myths surrounding her love affair with actor Spencer Tracy, myths that were embellished and passed along over the years by both Hepburn's biographers and Hepburn herself. Mann tries to get beyond the "Great Kate" image fostered over the decades, and though his book is well researched and written, he fails to present a detailed discussion of Hepburn's films, perhaps overemphasizing the sexual proclivities of the men and women in her life. Nevertheless, this is a compelling look at a larger-than-life film figure. Demand is likely to be stimulated when the book is excerpted in the October issue of Vanity Fair; recommended for public libraries. (Illustrations not seen.) Stephen Rees, Levittown Lib., PA Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Film biographer/historian Mann (Edge of Midnight, 2005, etc.) considers the vibrant life of a 20th-century icon with encyclopedic scrutiny and a pinch of whimsy. While the author states that he considers himself a fascinated bystander rather than a Hepburn fan, this engaging, comprehensive biography certainly gives the impression that he is quite enamored of the celebrated actress (1907-2003) who was immortalized in Mary of Scotland, Bringing Up Baby, The Philadelphia Story, The African Queen and dozens of other cinematic classics. Mann never interviewed Hepburn herself, but canvassed a bevy of directors, close friends and intimate acquaintances for their perspectives, in addition to utilizing his subject's newly available private documents. "I don't want to rehash the familiar," writes the author, who throws chronological logic to the wind and opts for a more textured approach. In his depiction, the fearless, eccentric actress eschewed classic Hollywood movie-star norms and tacitly challenged social, sexual and gender standards. An Oscar-winner at 26 (for Morning Glory), Hepburn nonetheless had an image problem; Mann's examination reveals a proud, private woman who throughout the early 1930s dared to continuously don trousers while never managing to completely embody the mass media's manufactured image of her. The author also takes risks, acknowledging the frequent speculations about Hepburn's lesbianism and the sexual ambiguity of her wide yet closely knit inner circle of friends. Mann, who's written several books about gay Hollywood (Behind the Screen, 2001, etc.), avoids labeling the actress and does justice to her odd marriage to Ludlow Ogden Smith. Mann recounts the untold storiesof Hepburn's life: her intrepid ascent from persnickety tomboy in Hartford, Conn., to performance royalty; her drinking; her loyalty to friends like lifelong confidante (and rumored lover) Laura Harding, among many others; and the ardent, transcendent affection she held for Spencer Tracy. Tapping into a wellspring of sources, the author has managed to reanimate with great skill and dexterity this shrewd, sophisticated woman. A sprawling salute to an awe-inspiring, world-class actor.

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The Woman Who Was Hepburn

By Mann, William J.

Henry Holt and Co.

Copyright © 2006

Mann, William J.

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ISBN: 0805076255

Chapter One
A Sea Change
From the window of her New York town house, Kath Hepburn, the new queen of Hollywood, looked up and down the quiet, early morning street. It seemed that she was actually going to be spared the reporters who usually lurked beyond the iron railing in front of her brownstone. Her getaway would be fast and clean.
At twenty-six, red-haired, freckle-faced Kath was the star she'd always dreamed of becoming. It was the morning of March 17, 1934. Her agent, Leland Hayward, had just called to announce that she'd won the Academy Award for Morning Glory. But the news would not alter Kath's travel plans--nor her mood. She and her friend Suzanne were getting out of town--as far away from show business as they could.
Later, as the two women snaked through the Fifth Avenue traffic, Kath couldn't have missed the crowds gathering for the annual St. Patrick's Day parade--a temporary break from the grim tidings of hard times. Of course, Kath herself had never suffered many of the hardships faced by those less fortunate during the Depression. Her chief concern during the previous years had been, as ever, her career. Fired by Broadway managers, waiting in the wings for opportunities that never arose, Kath nevertheless had remained convinced that fame was herdue.
She was right. Marching into Hollywood like a determined conqueror, she'd scored a smash in her very first picture, A Bill of Divorcement. The acclaim was of the sort she lived for, ever since she'd tottered out onto a makeshift stage as a twelve-year-old Beast to her best friend Ali Barbour's Beauty. From that moment on, Katharine Hepburn's dream had been to be famous. For something. For anything.
Now she was. And she was running away.
The problem was: Fame wasn't supposed to be like these past twenty months. It shouldn't be something to escape. It was supposed to be glamorous, exciting, exhilarating. Stardom to Kath was Leatrice Joy, beaming serenely from the screen of the State Theatre in Hartford, dazzling the wide-eyed girl. But Kath's fame had turned out to be much more complicated than that. The night before had brought her an Oscar, but the month before, the critics had been shouting for her head, sniggering at her ignoble Broadway flop in the play The Lake. To make matters worse, her new picture, Spitfire, was so abysmal that many were calling her a fraud. The rejections hurt. Kath didn't understand why her ambition hit people the wrong way; surely it was the kind of desire all Americans were raised to value.
But her failures had simply provided ammunition to those who had been waiting to shoot her down, and they were legion. From the start, Hepburn had been a troublesome star who'd wanted everything on her terms. Paying dues, Kath seemed to imply, was for lesser mortals. Her method for attracting publicity wasn't to show up at premieres with a handsome leading man on her arm, but rather to walk around town with a real live gibbon clinging to her neck. "The stormy petrel of the RKO studios," Vanity Fair called her, "subject for raging controversy on two continents." In 1934, people either loved Katharine Hepburn or despised her.
Burning up the wires from the West Coast in the days before the Oscars, Leland Hayward tried to tell her how she could fix things, what she needed to do and say to remain on top. Achieving fame had been the easy part, Kath realized; holding on to it was a whole other experience, one she couldn't have imagined when she first set her sights on Hollywood. As she listened to what Leland was suggesting, she balked. Was it any wonder she and Suzanne were heading for France? Was it any wonder she was just about ready to call it quits?
So determined she had been, so ambitious. And now she was considering turning her back on it all. Had her father been right? He'd called her a show-off that day six years ago when she'd announced she was becoming an actress. For such conceit he'd slapped her across the face. But nothing could deter her from following her dream.
"There she is!"
By the time Kath stepped out of the car onto the pier, the horns of the French liner Paris were wailing mournfully behind her. And, of course, the reporters had caught up to her. Had she really thought she'd eluded them? Bowler-hatted sharks from the tabloids surged forward, their boxy handheld cameras already positioned at their eyes.
"Miss Hepburn!"
"Miss Hepburn," Suzanne echoed, "has no comments."
"Not even a 'thank you' for the award?"
"Nothing," Suzanne told them.
Depressed and confused, Kath was oblivious to appearing ungrateful. All she wanted to do was get out of the city. Despite the warm day, she wore a wool hat, pulling it down almost to her eyes. Scampering around to the lower level of the pier, she lost herself among the gray coats and brown faces, making her way onto the ship via the third-class gangplank.
The thirty-five-thousand-ton Paris was less the floating Versailles of earlier French liners and more a modern objet d'art, with art nouveau staterooms and art deco fluting along its grand marble staircases. Launched in 1921, the largest vessel ever built in France, the Paris boasted private telephones in many cabins and in the anterooms first-class passengers used to receive visitors. Gone were the old-fashioned round portholes, replaced with square, velvet-curtained windows that looked out onto wooden decks polished to a high gloss. Marlene Dietrich's daughter Maria Riva, soon to board the ship herself, would remember it "sparkling like a bottle of French perfume."
Such heady fragrance, however, had no effect on Katharine Hepburn. Hurrying to her chintz-decorated stateroom, she left Suzanne to deal with the press.
"We will be abroad for four or five weeks," Suzanne announced as she walked down the hall, pursued by a phalanx of reporters.
"Where will you be going?"
"Paris, the Riviera."
"Why the secrecy? Why won't Miss Hepburn talk to us?"
Suzanne just slipped inside the stateroom, shutting the door quickly behind her. There was nothing more to say.
Huddled inside, sitting cross-legged on the bed, Kath would have been surprised had it ended there. Certainly she expected the reporters to once again bang upon the door, and they did. This was the price of fame. She'd learned that much in the past twenty months.
Impatiently, Suzanne opened the door once more. "I said that would be all!"
"And who are you?" a newsman demanded.
"My name is Suzanne Steell." She didn't spell her last name for them; in their reports, they'd quite naturally get it wrong, writing it as Steel or Steele, inadvertently setting up a mystery that would take more than seventy years to unravel. "I am an old friend of Miss Hepburn's, and she has nothing more to say." Then she firmly closed the door.
Even in her fugue, Kath may have smiled at the term old friend, so bold-faced was Suzanne's exaggeration. They'd known each other no more than three months, though it's possible they had met casually at some point earlier. Suzanne had attended New York's prestigious Spence School, and Kath's best friend, the heiress Laura Harding, counted many Spence graduates among her acquaintances. But the bond that connected Kath and Suzanne had been forged only recently. It had been Suzanne--and Suzanne alone, Kath felt--who'd stood by her as The Lake died a slow, painful, and very public death.
In the bleak days after the play's closing, Kath had taken refuge with Suzanne. Tall and full-figured, five years older than her movie-star friend, Suzanne possessed the kind of ingrained self-confidence Kath always admired. Suzanne suffered no fool gladly, from cabdrivers to theater critics. She issued orders with all the imperiousness of an opera diva--a style learned, in fact, at the elbow of Madame Maria Jeritza, her former mentor and the famed prima donna of the Metropolitan Opera. As she often did when in retreat, Kath simply folded herself into her friend's embrace and let her lead the way.
Outside their stateroom door, the reporters kept up their hammering, but time was short: the ship was scheduled to sail at noon. Eventually the shouting died down, the whistles blew, and the Paris, slow and steady, began its inexorable slide down the Hudson River.
It would be the last transatlantic voyage that the young woman called Kath ever took.
Of course, Katharine Hepburn--Kate--would make the journey many more times. But on this St. Patrick's Day in 1934 she was leaving in a sad, disappointed, and disoriented state. When she returned, she'd be a very different person.
As recalled by friends, and documented by references in her own letters, this trip marked the first major turning point in Hepburn's career. She had scaled the heights--only to discover the enormous, unexpected costs of all that she had so desired. Crestfallen and deeply hurt, she had wired George Cukor, her friend and director: "Don't expect me back. You'll have to find another Red"--a reference to her hair, not her political leanings.
Her friend Max Showalter called this period "the most difficult time of her whole career." That description echoed the sentiment of Worthington Miner, director of The Lake, who remembered Hepburn as "totally demoralized" by the experience. In fact, the play's failure and the brutish behavior of its producer, Jed Harris, would leave an impression on Kath that would remain the rest of her life.
"If there was a moment that her Hollywood career might have ended," reflected Showalter, "it was [at this point]. There was tremendous pressure on her, and she hadn't learned how to survive quite yet."
If Leland Hayward had thought the news of her win from the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences might lift her spirits, he was wrong. Kath's wounds from The Lake were still too raw, and the drubbing Spitfire was taking only made things worse. Back on the Coast, the Los Angeles Times critic Edwin Schallert seemed to be gunning for her. "Katharine Hepburn--ha, ha, ha!" Schallert wrote, gloating over the failure of Spitfire. "Whoever said she was a box office draw? In Little Women, yes--but then there were three other girls."
She had never taken criticism very well. As a youngster, she'd climb a tree to sulk after being scolded by her father. Much later, she'd pretend reviews didn't bother her. She'd joke, in fact, that the critics weren't hard enough on her. But inside she despised them, those beasts with their poison pens: she hated to be called less than great. That fact never changed, but in 1934 she hadn't yet learned the art of deflection. Her heart was still strapped to her shirtsleeve. She took things very personally.
"In this courier's opinion," Brooks Atkinson, influential critic of the New York Times, had written after the New York premiere of The Lake, "Miss Hepburn is not a full-fledged dramatic actress yet . . . [S]he has not yet developed the flexibility of first-rate acting and her voice is a rather strident instrument."
Of course, it was Dorothy Parker's smug little quip (that Hepburn "ran the gamut of emotions from A to B") that forever sealed the historical verdict against The Lake. In truth, not all the reviews were bad--some were quite approving--but Hepburn herself would fuel the legend of The Lake's disaster, because that's how she saw it at the time: the world had turned against her. No matter that she had just won the Oscar. What counted was the way the story got spun, and the tale being told in the first few months of 1934 was that Hepburn had flopped on Broadway. One magazine headlined its story: how haughty hepburn went down in flames. Wounded, she followed her instincts, which told her to run away, to go climb a tree.
"What Susan always told me," said the costume designer Miles White, using Suzanne Steell's real name, "was that she and Kate Hepburn were escaping from Hollywood by going to Europe. Hepburn thought her career was over. She was devastated."
In 1934, Katharine Hepburn was not yet the formidable personage of our cultural memory. She was just six years out of college, a slender girl of moderate privilege for whom success in films had come quickly and easily. This criticism, tough and mean-spirited as it was, was the first real test of her adult life, and she was running away. "I thought I was through," she remembered. "My career was over and all that was left for me to do was go back home a failure." That would never do, of course, not with the sting of her father's hand on her cheek still fresh in her memory.
Given the Academy Award, her despair may seem overwrought. Yet to understand Hepburn's crisis we must move beyond the professional. Not long before, the press had discovered a very personal secret about her: she had a husband. In 1928, just out of Bryn Mawr, she had married Ludlow Ogden Smith. As Kath had taken her first baby steps onto the stage, Luddy had been her rock--as in much the same way Suzanne would be, more briefly, later on. But the paths of husband and wife had diverged not long after, with Luddy settling into anonymity as an industrial engineer and Kath setting out to make her name.
When she first went to Hollywood, Katharine Hepburn never mentioned her husband. But the newshounds had a way of sniffing out the details of stars' lives. In a fan-magazine article late in 1933, the story of Kath's marriage had been spelled out. Every morning since, a parade of shouting, snapping reporters had trailed Luddy to his office on Vanderbilt Avenue. Even the compliant young man had found his breaking point. What might the press say about him? About them and their untraditional marriage?
Leland Hayward worried about that, too. Times were changing. The Hollywood of March 1934 was a very different place from what it was when Kath first stepped off the train in Pasadena in July 1932. In those twenty months, the Production Code--that draconian list of dos and don'ts concerning what Americans could and could not see on the screen--had been forced down the throats of even Hollywood's most powerful producers. Bowing to the fear of boycotts threatened by conservative reformers (particularly unnerving, given the precarious economic times), Hollywood had reluctantly ceded its creative imprimatur to the censors. It wasn't just on-screen content that was affected; the stars suddenly found their personal lives under a microscope as well. Racy images so popular in the freewheeling 1920s--the rakish John Barrymore, the free-loving Clara Bow, the sexually ambiguous Marlene Dietrich--were suddenly out of style, replaced by upstanding heroes and sweet, ladylike girls next door.
Yet from her very first day in Hollywood, Katharine Hepburn had been known best for one thing: her pants. Today, Hepburn's trousers have become a beloved cultural icon, but in the early 1930s they were considered subversive. Independent women seemed to offer a threat to the millions of men out of work, men whose sense of mastery over their lives and families had been lost. Traditional gender roles took on a certain sacredness. By 1934, Katharine Hepburn (in pants) was not a comforting image for much of the population--not even to many women. Though some took inspiration from her defiant persona, many more, as frightened as their husbands, preferred to keep the apples secure in the cart.
Sailing out of New York Harbor in March 1934, Kath was beginning to grasp that, if she was to survive and prosper in this new Hollywood, she would have to change, rethink, reinvent. Academy Award or not, Katharine Hepburn--with her men's trousers, gibbon, and abandoned husband--was not going to sell tickets or attract media adoration. For the damage didn't end there. Even more troubling than the discovery of Luddy were the stories about Laura Harding, whom some in the press were labeling "Hepburn's other half." The Hollywood underground buzzed with rumors that the two women were more than just friends.
Considering Laura a liability, Leland urged Kath to send her away. Yet such an action seemed inconceivable. Laura--polished, sophisticated Laura--from an aristocratic Main Line Philadelphia family, had been with Kath every moment since her arrival on the West Coast. Laura had taken charge of her career, designing Kath's wardrobe, handling her press, even negotiating on Kath's behalf with producers, directors, and--much to his growing annoyance--Leland himself. Not a few reporters wondered just what hold this Miss Harding had over Miss Hepburn. Setting tongues wagging, Laura had once answered an RKO official's demand to know who she was by declaring curtly, "Miss Hepburn's husband." Gales of laughter had erupted over the comment when she and Kath returned to the house they shared in Franklin Canyon. But at the studio there were no guffaws.
"What kind of queer arrangement is this?" asked one newspaper caption, juxtaposing photos of Kath and Laura with images of "Hepburn's forgotten husband."
The arrival of Suzanne, Leland insisted, only made things worse. Usually her agent's word was gospel for Kath. She adored Leland. Few things were more enjoyable than sitting with her leg draped over the arm of a chair, listening to Leland brag of seducing Hollywood's most beautiful women. Handsome, rangy Leland Hayward, in his finely tailored flannel suits and diamond cuff links, was one of the shrewdest agents Hollywood ever produced. He knew everyone. Lying on the couch in his office, he'd prop three telephones on his chest, talking on all three at once. To keep his sanity, the phones never rang, just glowed with a soft red light to announce incoming calls.
Laura's presence in Kath's life, Leland argued, was bad enough, but at least Laura was an elegant and mannerly Philadelphia blueblood. Suzanne--or Susan, as she was born, the daughter of a scrappy New York journalist named Willis Steell--was something else entirely. At age nineteen, she'd been singing in the chorus of a Broadway play when she was spotted by Madame Maria Jeritza, the tempestuous Austrian opera singer known as much for her luxurious blond hair as for her voice. In January 1923, the diva announced she had chosen Susan Steell as her protégée, and for the next seven years, the rechristened Suzanne remained at Jeritza's side. In her early twenties, Steell was tall, lithe, and pretty--"statuesque, like a Gibson girl," according to Miles White. Jeritza, fourteen years Suzanne's senior, delighted in the younger woman's company and was seen with her in New York, Paris, and Vienna far more often than with her husband, Baron Leopold von Popper.
Inevitably, Jeritza's flamboyant reputation led to gossip. A 1930 Austrian novel featured a lead character based on the star, thinly disguised: a bisexually adventurous opera singer with a milquetoast titled husband. Another character, a young protégée, seemed modeled after Suzanne. Called Riff-Raff, the novel was based on "a lot of dirt about Jeritza," according to its author, Roderick Mueller-Guttenbrunn, and became an instant European best seller. Both Jeritza and Popper sued for defamation. Meanwhile, Suzanne Steell quietly sailed out of the tempest, returning to America on October 5 on the SS Rochambeau.
Not long afterward, Steell found herself a new friend, though this time it would be she who played the mentor. The official version, given by Hepburn herself, was that Steell strode into her dressing room during the run of The Lake and offered to give her voice lessons. No doubt recalling Brooks Atkinson's crack about her voice being a "strident instrument," Kath agreed.
Many have lamented the "enigma" of Suzanne Steell, wondering just who this mysterious woman was who took Hepburn under her wing at this low point in her career. In truth, Steell was no mystery at all. She'd made a name for herself in France singing in Massenet's Werther. Since returning to New York, she had performed at the Town Hall with selections from Rameau and Ravel. The New York Times called Steell's voice "full and round," her diction "unusually good." Just prior to walking into Kath's dressing room, she had appeared in a much-publicized performance at the American Women's Association clubhouse on West Fifty-seventh Street, taking on all the roles in Molière's School for Wives. The New York Sun, reviewing an earlier run of the show, thought Steell moved "easily and pleasantly" between masculine and feminine gestures. Those who knew her insisted such was the case for Steell in her private life as well.
In the paranoid climate of post-Code Hollywood, stars could not afford being touched by scandal, however distant. Leland Hayward surely considered Hepburn's friendship with Suzanne Steell a disaster waiting to happen. Although Riff-Raff was never published in the United States, the publicity from it trailed Jeritza, and Leland did not want it attached to Kath. Laura Harding shared his concern. Her animosity toward Steell remained evident forty years later when she repeated secondhand horror stories about her to the author Charles Higham. While Kath allowed Suzanne to move in with her and cook all her meals, everyone else thought she needed to be dumped. Such talk could only have deepened Kath's depression as the Paris pulled out of the harbor. Luddy, Laura, now Suzanne. How much, Kath may have wondered as the ship sailed past the Statue of Liberty, was this career of hers going to cost?
Copyright 2006 by William J. Mann. All rights reserved.


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William J. Mann is a journalist and the author of Edge of Midnight, Behind the Screen, and Wisecracker. He lives in Palm Springs, California.

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Kate: The Woman Who Was Hepburn 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My favorite "rainy day, pjs and popcorn" scenarios have always included a marathon of Hepburn and Tracy films. Their chemistry has always enchanted me - and I, to this day, cannot get through the final monologue by Tracy in "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner" without losing tears. This book took my appreciation for them to a new height. Perhaps because it humanizes them and I recognize their frailties within the circles of my own life. They lived, loved and survived in a world so very different and harsher than the one I know. There was no live and let live. Whether or not this author has told us the "real" truth or not, I cannot say. But, I sipped the koolaid, went along for the ride, and at the last page, somehow I wasn't shocked that the curtain has been pulled open on them, I simply wished I could put it back for them.
RKL More than 1 year ago
Yes, not only is Hepburn bisexual, *everyone* else mentioned in the book is either gay or bi too. When you do some research and learn that Mann writes about "gay issues," one can't help but suspect that he's got an agenda. And hey, doesn't this approach automatically distinguish his "biography" from all the other Hepburn bios already out there? Gotta give people a reason to shell out $ for your book, and reviewers a reason to write about it! Also problmatic are Mann's sources; the few who do go on record had been dead for years before this book was published, so obviously he didn't have to worry about anyone challenging his claims or suing him. Maybe Hepburn was bisexual, but he really goes overboard with circumstantial evidence and his need to make everyone else gay too; he ends up ignoring any evidence to the contrary.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Wow. This book is amazing. I'm not sure how to explain its format.. while it does indeed tell the story of her life, it's a bit broad but only because it focuses more on her determination to design and brilliantly maintain her iconic status. After reading multiple multiple multiple books on Kate (or as she likes to say, 'The Creature') I was just stunned by this book. There are some pretty shocking things revealed for the first time about her relationship with Spencer Tracy and the nature of it. Also, the -GASP!- sexuality of our Great Kate is explored to a great extent. Believe me folks- this is probably the closest to the truth about this woman you can get. Did you think Me: Stories of My Life was the truth and nothing but? Think again! This quote might describe Kate's colorful way of recalling past events.. 'The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels. It is always the false ones that seem the most real, the most brilliant.' If everything she's ever said and done is just part of some master plan.. then guess what? We've been had. She's been gone for over 3 years and people are still buzzing about her just as much, if not more, than when she was with us. Her plan worked. And this book will tell you exactly how this plan was designed and brilliantly executed. READ IT!
CheliD More than 1 year ago
Just about every biography of Katharine Hepburn was written and influenced by Katharine Hepburn herself, however, this book was undertaken after her death and the research that was used were paper trails - itineraries of ships, trains, planes, along with schedules for theater shows, etc. Mann also explored her sexuality in a way not previously defined. He insinuates at times that she was gay, transgender, bisexual, but never comes to a conclusion. However, I'm not sure how well we can accept the stories that he tells. Someone else's life will always seem different to other people than to the person who lived it. This book said many things about Katharine Hepburn as well as Spencer Tracy, George Cukor, and Howard Hughes but whether you care to believe it, is your choice.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've read every biography on the great Kate, what I love about this one is that it offers a whole new world of "what if?" regarding her life. This author offers a lot of new theories regarding her unique life. I wouldn't assume all of its true, but I did feel like I had a lot of answers regarding her relationship with Spencer Tracy answered. I never understood her attraction to him, and this book gave a lot of sound reasons that it could have in fact been, a very great friendship.
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William Mann is a wonderfully prodigious writer equally at home with fiction and non-fiction. His gay-themed novels THE MEN FROM THE BOYS, WHERE THE BOYS ARE and ALL AMERICAN BOY are moving, sexy, shocking and a true depiction of gay male life in our time. Mann's non fiction books are also astonishing. From the wit and wisdom of WISECRACKER (the life and times of William Haines) to the finally told secrets in BEHIND THE SCREEN to his affectionate and authoratative biography of John Schlesinger, Mann has shed light on the film world where no light was previously allowed. He does the same detective work in KATE. I thought I had read all that I needed to about the indominatable Kate Hepburn. I was wrong. This book peers behind the myths and legends and looks at the actress with blemishes intact. Mann does a great and lasting service to the Great Kate because he lifts her from the puff PR pieces and reveals her to be infinitely more fascinating, courageous and human than she herself could. This book is another page turner by Mann. His prodigious talents cannot be praised enough. Would that every great actor and director could be studied and painted with the penn of William Mann. Bravo!
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