This memoir is a perfect combination of some of my reading interests: part Hollywood memoir, part travelogue, part servant/below the stairs memoir. It's a lucky thing for both Ava and Rene that they found each other. Ava, a poor sharecropper's daughter from the deep South, had no need for a traditional ladies maid. She did, however, still need someone on her side. Rene quickly morphed from lady's maid to drinking buddy/babysitter/confidante. Eventually Ava didn't even keep up the pretense anymore that Rene was a servant and hired other people to actually cook and clean. Rene was really more of what people would nowadays call a personal assistant. Basically she ran interference for Ava Gardner. She booked plane tickets & hotel rooms, she made sure Ava was where she was supposed to be, she ran lines with Ava, she hid liquor bottles in dressing rooms for Ava, at one point she even helped Ava escape the clutches of the psychotic George C. Scott (shudder).
Rene wisely keeps the focus on Ava. Because that's what we are all reading this memoir for - to get a different view of Ava other than the traditional viewpoint of biographers and journalists. Of course, Rene talks a bit about her life. Enough for us to realize that she did, in fact, have a life outside of Ava's orbit. I read the memoir of Queen Elizabeth & Princess Margaret's nanny and she really did not have any life at all until her charges were in their twenties. Eek. Same with the memoir I read of Mrs. Astor's ladies maid. Anyone who has watched Downton Abbey sees how hard it is for a servant like that to have a personal life(ok, Anna & Bates manage, but no one else really).
Rene has a lot of great stories. Frank Sinatra comes off fairly well. Unlike a lot of Hollywood people who were racist and rude to Rene, Frank was polite and kind to Rene. Sammy Davis Jr, it turns out, is a douchebag. Lena Horne and her husband are wonderful. Same with John Huston. Robert Taylor was a big horndog who badmouthed Barbra Stanwyck behind her back. Gregory Peck was a gentleman. Louis B Mayer was a bully. Howard Hughes was a big, big, big weirdo. Just lots of insider Hollywood stuff which I adore.
I was especially fascinated by Rene's stories of bigotry and racism back then. She was in an odd position. I've read other memoirs of black people from that time period and they write a lot about what life was like for the typical black person. But Rene was not living a typical lifestyle. As Ava's BFF, she went with her to fancy clubs, restaurants, hotels, etc. But not as a star like Lena Horne or Dorothy Dandridge. Rene occupied a weird no man's land between white, wealthy & famous and black, poor & not famous. I was surprised to read about how poorly Rene was treated in Vegas in the 50s. I don't know, I had just figured that since it was a new city and filled with "sin" that people would be more accepting. Hoo-boy, was I wrong. Apparently those Italian mobsters were wicked racist. It got so bad that Rene had to leave Ava and go back to LA. Paris, on the other hand, was far more accepting of Rene. She tells a great story of going out clubbing with Ava, Omar Sharif and Omar's valet/BFF - also black like Rene. The four of them had a lot of fun - A LOT.
I'm glad I discovered this memoir. It was an enjoyable read. Two thumbs up.