Capote's Women: A True Story of Love, Betrayal, and a Swan Song for an Era

Capote's Women: A True Story of Love, Betrayal, and a Swan Song for an Era

by Laurence Leamer
Capote's Women: A True Story of Love, Betrayal, and a Swan Song for an Era

Capote's Women: A True Story of Love, Betrayal, and a Swan Song for an Era

by Laurence Leamer

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*National Bestseller*
New York Times bestselling author Laurence Leamer reveals the complex web of relationships and scandalous true stories behind Truman Capote's never-published final novel, Answered Prayers—the dark secrets, tragic glamour, and Capote's ultimate betrayal of the group of female friends he called his "swans."

“There are certain women,” Truman Capote wrote, “who, though perhaps not born rich, are born to be rich.” Barbara “Babe” Paley, Gloria Guinness, Marella Agnelli, Slim Hayward, Pamela Churchill, C. Z. Guest, Lee Radziwill (Jackie Kennedy’s sister)—they were the toast of midcentury New York, each beautiful and distinguished in her own way. Capote befriended them, received their deepest confidences, and ingratiated himself into their lives. Then, in one fell swoop, he betrayed them in the most surprising and startling way possible.

Bestselling biographer Laurence Leamer delves into the years following the acclaimed publication of Breakfast at Tiffany’s in 1958 and In Cold Blood in 1966, when Capote struggled with a crippling case of writer’s block. While en­joying all the fruits of his success, he was struck with an idea for what he was sure would be his most celebrated novel…one based on the re­markable, racy lives of his very, very rich friends.

For years, Capote attempted to write An­swered Prayers, what he believed would have been his magnum opus. But when he eventually published a few chapters in Esquire, the thinly fictionalized lives (and scandals) of his closest fe­male confidantes were laid bare for all to see, and he was banished from their high-society world forever. Laurence Leamer re-creates the lives of these fascinating swans, their friendships with Capote and one another, and the doomed quest to write what could have been one of the greatest novels of the twentieth century.


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ISBN-13: 9780593328088
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/12/2021
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 38,572
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.30(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author

Laurence Leamer is the New York Times bestselling author of Madness Under the Royal Palms and The Kennedy Women, among many other books. He lives in Washington, D.C., and Palm Beach, Florida.

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1

 

ANSWERED PRAYERS

In 1975, Truman Capote was one of the most famous authors in the world. Even those who had not read a word of Truman's writing knew about the diminutive, flamboyantly gay author. His 1958 novella, Breakfast at Tiffany's, had been widely celebrated, and the movie starring Audrey Hepburn was a sensation when it premiered in 1961. Millions of Americans had devoured his masterful 1966 true crime book, In Cold Blood, and countless more saw the 1967 film adaptation. The "Tiny Terror," as Truman was called, was a fixture on late-night television, mesmerizing audiences with his outrageous tales.

 

For years, Truman had been proudly telling anyone within hearing that he was writing the "greatest novel of the age." The book was about a group of the richest, most elegant women in the world. They were fictional, of course... but everyone knew these characters were based on his closest friends, the coterie of gorgeous, witty, and fabulously rich women he called his "swans."

 

Truman understood what these women had achieved and how they had done it. They did not come from grand money but had married into it, most of them multiple times. Their charms were carefully cultivated, and to the outside eye, they seemed to have everything... but for most of them happiness was an elusive bird, always flying just out of sight. This was something the fifty-year-old Truman knew about. He was calling his novel-in-progress about the swans Answered Prayers, following the saying attributed to Saint Teresa of Ávila: "There are more tears shed over answered prayers than over unanswered prayers."

 

Truman's richly evocative style and the astonishing global success of In Cold Blood several years before had created an audience that waited impatiently for his latest work. Answered Prayers would be a daring literary feat, an exposé of upper-class society that blended the fictional flourishes of Breakfast at Tiffany's with the closely observed narrative nonfiction of In Cold Blood. No one had ever gotten that close to these women and their elusive, secretive world. Marcel Proust and Edith Wharton had written classic novels focused on the elite of their ages, of course, but they were children of privilege, raised in that world and of it.

 

Truman, on the other hand, was an interloper. Since coming from a small town in Alabama decades earlier, he'd carved out a unique spot in New York society: a scathingly sharp, always entertaining guest whose charm opened the doors to the most exclusive circles... and whose eyes and ears were always open and observing what he saw there.

 

As much as Truman was drawn to the beauty, taste, and manners in that world of privilege, he was repulsed by its arrogant sense of superiority and ignorance of life as most people lived it. Life had a way of intruding and teaching hard lessons. The tension between those two beliefs would create his immortal book.

 

Crucial to Truman's masterpiece would be evoking the world of the swans. And that world could be summed up in one word: sumptuous. These women knew the power of money (what it could buy, what it could compensate for). But despite what their spiteful detractors might have suggested, their allure wasn't due to money alone. "It may be that the enduring swan glides upon waters of liquefied lucre; but that cannot account for the creature herself," Truman wrote in an essay in Harper's Bazaar in October 1959. His swans were wealthy, yes. But that wasn't all.

 

To Truman each swan was the personification of upscale glamour in the postwar world. She was the confluence of a number of unique factors. Her good looks and elegant demeanor made both men and women turn and look at her. A woman could not simply buy her way into this. "If expenditure were all, a sizable population of sparrows would swiftly be swans," he wrote. He would reach beyond the gold, the silver, and the jewels and see his swans as they truly were. Each woman had an extraordinary story to tell, and Truman was the only one who could tell them.

 

The swans were all famously beautiful as well-was it their looks that defined them?

 

Not so, Truman maintained. The swan was lovely, yes, but it was not just her beauty that created the attention-rather, it was her extraordinary presentation. Many of these women had been celebrated for years, even decades, not just for their looks but for their unique style. A swan had not only the money to buy her clothes from the finest couturiers but the style to wear them at their best. Other women imitated her fashion sense, and men eyed her with appreciative (and often covetous) eyes.

 

But a swan's beauty wasn't just skin-deep-she was clever, cunning, even. Her wit and patter intrigued even such a merciless critic as Truman. She knew that while looks could capture a man's attention, it took intelligence and wiles to keep it. And keep it she would, at all costs. It took discipline and focus, Truman knew, to create such a persona and keep it up decade after decade, long after other women gave up the illusions of youth.

 

There were probably no more than a dozen women who Truman could have deemed true swans. They were all on the International Best-Dressed Lists, they were each celebrated in the fashion press and beyond, and they all knew one another. These women had no idea-and neither did Truman-that they were a vanishing breed, a species that would live and die in one generation.

 

Truman chose his swans as if collecting precious paintings that he wanted to hang in his home for the rest of his life.

 

Barbara "Babe" Paley was first in Truman's mind. She was often called the most beautiful woman in the world, and Truman just liked looking at her, admiring her incredible panache.

 

Nancy "Slim" Keith was a stunning California girl with a far more causal style than Babe. Droll and supercharged, she could match Truman bon mot for bon mot.

 

In the Renaissance, Pamela Hayward would have been renowned as one of the great courtesans of the age. In the modern era, there were other terms for such conduct. Truman was first taken aback by Pamela's shameless behavior to get and keep the attention of the rich men upon whose good graces she depended. But in the end, he was seduced by her talents and charm, as so many had been before.

 

The Mexican-born Gloria Guinness was the only other swan who compared to Babe in her beauty. Married to Loel Guinness, one of the richest men in the world, Gloria lived a life of splendor in homes across the world. Fiercely intelligent and perceptive, there was nothing Truman could not discuss with her.

 

Truman saw Lucy Douglas "C. Z." Guest standing tall and elegant at a bar between acts on opening night of My Fair Lady on Broadway in March 1956, and he knew he had to make her his friend. Born a Boston Brahmin, C.Z. had an inbred self-confidence rare in Americans. An elitist of the first order, she was roundly dismissive of people she thought unworthy. But if she liked you (and she liked Truman), she was a wonderful friend.

 

Of all the swans, none came from such an exalted background as Marella Agnelli, who was born an Italian princess. Married to Gianni Agnelli, the head of Fiat and Italy's leading businessman, this highly literate, creative woman was in some senses Italy's First Lady.

 

Lee Radziwill had more than a casual familiarity with First Ladies since her older sister, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, had actually been one. Truman thought Lee far more beautiful and a far better (and more interesting) person than her famous sister, and he devoted himself to her more than he did to any of the other swans.

 

Truman sailed on their yachts, flew on their planes, stayed at their estates, supped at their tables, and heard their most intimate tales. Heterosexual men loved to sleep with these women, yes, but they often were not deeply interested in them as human beings. Truman was. He appreciated what they did with their lives and the various, complex ways they made themselves such creatures of elegance. What some dismissed as trivial and self-indulgent, Truman saw as a kind of living art.

 

A brilliant observer of the human condition, Truman had spent as much as two decades with some of these women, two decades to explore the deepest recesses of their lives, two decades to understand them. He appreciated the challenges of their star-crossed lives, what they faced, and how they survived. He had everything he needed to write about them with depth and nuance, exploring both the good and the bad, the light and the darkness. Answered Prayers would be his masterpiece, he knew-the book that would give him a place in the literary pantheon alongside the greatest writers of all time.

 

Although Truman had hinted at the novel's genius for years, celebrity is a cacophony of distractions, and it was taking him longer to write it than he'd promised it would. Far, far longer. His publishers were growing anxious, the advance payment they'd given him had long since run out, and the literary elite were starting to whisper that maybe this book wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Maybe Truman wasn't even writing at all.

 

This maddened him. These feckless critics just didn't understand his process. To show them, he published a chapter of Answered Prayers in the June 1975 issue of Esquire. When "Mojave" had less of an impact than he thought it would, Truman decided to publish a second chapter, a "proof of life" missive that would reveal just how explosive and revolutionary his new book was. One that would return him to the glory days of his literary stardom, when he was celebrated beyond measure.

 

During the summer of 1975, Truman showed his authorized biographer, Gerald Clarke, the excerpt, "La Côte Basque 1965," he planned to run in the November issue of Esquire. Truman had said he was writing a tome worthy of sitting between Proust and Wharton-one that would offer an intimate, wise, and perceptive look at the follies and foibles of mid-century, high-society life. Clarke was... underwhelmed. Although the story that Truman handed to Clarke was written in the author's exquisite style, it was little more than a string of gossipy vignettes, repeating the kinds of ugly stories that were whispered at elite dinner parties.

 

Stories, Clarke easily realized, that were mainly drawn directly from the lives of Truman's beloved swans and their friends. Clarke could tell immediately who most of these subjects were-the swans, after all, were some of the most famous and feted women of the day-and those he could not decipher Truman told him. Clarke had a largely candid relationship with his subject, and he told Truman that those written about in this way would recognize themselves immediately... and they would not be happy.

 

"Naaaah, they're too dumb," Truman said. "They won't know who they are."

 

2

 

BABE IN THE WOODS

 

When William S. "Bill" Paley flew down to his estate in Jamaica in January 1955, the television mogul invited his closest friend, David O. Selznick, the producer of Gone with the Wind, to join him. Selznick said he and his wife, the actress Jennifer Jones, would be delighted... but wouldn't it be even more interesting if their friend Truman came along?

 

The multimillionaire businessman knew only one Truman. It wasn't the diminutive author but the former president of the United States. Sure, bring him along, Bill assented. He'd never met Harry Truman, but the CBS founder was not surprised that the politician would want to fly off on his plane-after all, Bill was one of the richest and most influential men in America. What former president wouldn't want to spend time with him?

 

So Bill did not find it amusing when this little man who fancied scarfs so long that he almost tripped over them came traipsing onto the plane and introduced himself as Truman.

 

"You know, when you said Truman, I assumed you meant Harry Truman," an irritated Bill told Selznick once the plane took off. "Who is this?"

 

"This is Truman Capote, our great American writer," replied Selznick. The Selznicks had gotten close to Truman in early 1953, when he spent two months writing the screenplay for the John Huston film Beat the Devil, in which Jones costarred alongside Humphrey Bogart and Gina Lollobrigida. The film was shot over ten weeks in the Italian Amalfi Coast town of Ravello. For most of that time, Truman stayed only a scene or two ahead of the actors, writing dialogue charged with mordent wit.

 

Truman's creativity was not just for the screen. He was at his irrepressible best when he was off somewhere like this, in an isolated hotel with a group of intriguing people, not unlike the setup for Beat the Devil. Selznick found Truman a "wonderful but bad little boy." An irreverent impresario, Truman created unforgettable dramas each evening as intriguing as the story they were filming.

 

Nobody interested Truman more in Ravello than Jones. Wanting to make the actress his friend, he rushed forward with intimacy, pushing himself into the inner recesses of her life. By the time the shoot was over, Jennifer embraced Truman as her closest friend.

 

When Truman walked down the aisle that winter morning, he sat down not beside Jennifer but next to Bill's wife, Babe. As Jennifer looked across the aisle, she saw this incredible bonding going on. It was like a mating dance, as Truman and the statuesque, five-feet-eight-inch-tall Babe whispered excitedly off in their separate sphere. By the time the plane reached Jamaica, Jennifer knew that she had been supplanted by what was as much love as friendship. Jennifer had what she called "a few jealous pangs because up until that time I had been his best friend," but for something of this magnitude, there was nothing to do but look at it with awe.

 

As subtle a writer as he was, Truman often spoke with drum-beating hyperbole. Thus, Babe was not only the most beautiful woman he had ever seen but "the most beautiful woman of the twentieth century." He had spent two months in the same Palermo hotel as Gina Lollobrigida, a gorgeous young actress of overwhelming sensuality. She was by most standards stunningly beautiful, but the voluptuous Italian did not qualify for Truman's definition of beauty. As he saw it, you could not have beauty without class, and Babe was the epitome of class.

 

"When I first saw her, I thought that I had never seen anyone more perfect: her posture, the way she held her head, the way she moved," Truman reported, breathlessly. Everything about her was exquisite, from her porcelain skin to her aristocratic demeanor. There was not a hint of excess, a nose a bit too large, eyebrows a bit too small, on her long oval face.

Truman knew that this sort of beauty and perfection did not just happen. He saw Babe as an artist who had created herself as an inspired work of living sculpture. In an era when soup cans and scribbles on a canvas were high art, why couldn’t Babe be seen as the ultimate piece of performance art?

The Paleys posed an extraordinary image to the world, and those few days in Jamaica, Truman saw them at their best. Bill was one of the most powerful executives in America, but what set him apart from many of his peers was his fierce interest in his social life, a concern he shared with his wife. There were several guest cottages on the property, and the invitees enjoyed a sojourn that could not be matched in a first-class resort hotel.

Truman would never have gotten so close to Babe if he had not gotten along with Bill. In fact, the CBS chairman embraced him and reveled in his company. Truman was a circus of endless delights. Gluttonous in all things, Bill could not get enough of him. When Truman spent the weekend at the Paley estate on Long Island or traveled the western world in Bill’s plane, Truman, Bill and Babe were the three musketeers, all for one and one for all. It didn’t hurt that the madly jealous Bill did not have to worry that Truman might try to seduce his wife.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 Answered Prayers 9

Chapter 2 Babe in the Woods 19

Chapter 3 Lilies of the Valley 51

Chapter 4 Slim Pickings 79

Chapter 5 The Marital Game 113

Chapter 6 The Notorious Mrs. C 143

Chapter 7 A Tub of Butter 173

Chapter 8 Gloria in Excelsis 209

Chapter 9 "She Is" 235

Chapter 10 A Guest in the House 258

Chapter 11 A Time of Reckoning 285

Chapter 12 Only Maids Fall in Love 312

Chapter 13 Divided Lives 331

Chapter 14 Princess from an Ancient Realm 352

Chapter 15 Fairy Tales 374

Chapter 16 Everything 395

Chapter 17 "Naaaah, They're Too Dumb" 418

Chapter 18 The Good Pocket 434

Chapter 19 Afterword 455

Chapter 20 The Swans 463

Acknowledgments 467

Notes 471

Bibliography 519

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