Libby Holman and the American Dream--.
"Ow - how could he do this to me?" wept Libby after her 2d husband killed himself in 1945. She had good reason to be stricken. The unresolved death of her first husband - 20 year old tobacco heir Smith Reynolds, in 1932 - was the biggest front-pager since the Lindbergh kidnapping. Libby was now tabbed the black widow/spider woman.
Who was this so-called femme fatale?
A smart, sassy babe from Ohio who was soft for handsome, vulnerable men (when not bedding same-sex), her dream of Broadway stardom came true in 3 revues. She intro'd the classic torch song, "Body & Soul." Of modest talent and scant looks (see YT), she was sexy and had a dominating presence. Stagedoor johnny Smith Reynolds followed her everywhere. Fantastically rich, he was a spoiled kid with mentl-sexio issues - a drama queen - who'd whine, I'm going to kill myself!
At the time, Libby, 6 yrs older than Reynolds, was having a luxe romance w DuPont heiress Louisa Carpenter. Smith offered a new role, a double role: Bwy chanteuse and chatelaine of the manor. Problem: he wanted her entire attention.
In a pervo moment - we all have 'em - Libby married him. Within days she was bored stiff on his estate in North Carolina. To amuse herself she invited Bwy pals (Bea Lillie, Clifton Webb) for visits. They too were bored and fled. Anyway, Smithy didn't like em: "They're all queer!" he screeched. So...Libby and Smithy fought a lot and drank a lot. Maybe Libby had some stronger "stuff" like cocaine around, author Machlin wonders.
After a July 1932 party, six mos into this comic-opera marriage, a gun went off in their bedroom. Smith was shot in the head and bleeding all over the place. Libby had "blacked out," she testified. She couldn't remember anything. Her memory loss was destined to become a plot fixture in 5,000 Hollywood pix. Libby, at the inquest : "The last thing I remember, and it is just a flash, is hearing my name called and looking up and seeing Smith with the revolver at his head, and then a shot, and after that I don't remember anything."
(My scenario : tired of hearing Smith blub that he'd kill himself, a smashed Libby gurgled, "Yew, pissy-sissy, do it," and he did).
Faithful Louisa Carpenter rushed to Libby's side with DuPont power. The Reynolds family asked that the potential murder case ag Libby be dropped, but not before the local & national press turned anti-Semitic: Libby was no longer "a singer," she was in the press "..a Jewish singer.." Shortly the world learned that Libby was preggers.
Author Machlin puts Libby in bed w Jeanne Eagels, Josephine Baker and Tallulah, among others -- without sources. Later a special friend was writer Jane Bowles, and Libby financed a production of her play, "In the Summer House." She was also an early funder of the Civil Rights Movement.
What happened with Smith Reynolds in the bedroom? To this day, no one knows. Libby's story is an American doozy. Here's a dynamic, self-centered (like all performers) personality. Otherwise, she might have realized that Smithy was a nutcase. The scandal left her a Marked Woman. Today she'd have an afternoon Talk Show.
Machlin's labored bio adds little to Jon Bradshaw's excellent "Dreams That Money Can Buy." It's interesting to read 2-3 books on same subject and compare. Shall I add a few words about Libby's adored son Christopher Reynolds ? He was killed, age 17, in a mountain-climbing accident in 1950.
Libby collapsed, then turned her focus on Monty Clift...Let's stop here and leave her to heaven.