I did not like this author's Tinseltown (Colleen Moore barely mentioned, everything seemed too convenient and veered into fiction I think instead of non-fiction), so approached this one with some trepidation. I've seen 4 of Haines movies and to confess he didn't make much of an impression on me, so definitely will need to watch more with him in a starring role. Though this book never really addressed which of his films were lost or saved, so something of an oversight I think.
I found it interesting, since Barbara Stanwyck gets several mentions in this book as a closeted major star who played the game, how in many ways this is a far truer book of her life in Hollywood perhaps than the behemoth murder weapon sized book that came out a few years ago on her that skirted the question so obviously it is laughable in retrospect. And as a fan of Joan Crawford I was definitely aware of Billy Haines although I found it interesting when he listed the 3 women most important to his career--the wealthy unknown woman who kept him starting out, Eleanor Boardman, and Barbara LaMarr, saying of La Marr "She was the woman who meant most to me during my years in Hollywood"--no real mention of Crawford which is very interesting. No one knows the rift between La Marr and Haines (she was jealous that she was spurned?) and a book on La Marr is way overdue, but I was unaware of the connection between the two previously.
Although it seemed that Billy Haines knew almost every major Hollywood star, in many cases intimately--Cary Grant, Clark Gable, Norma Shearer, Gary Cooper, Clara Bow etc. The story of his life beyond the 1920s hedonism though is fascinating--the factory owner's kid who ran away from small town Virginia to open his own brothel/dance hall in a boom town at 14 years old, and from there working as a clerk in NYC, to winning a modeling contest with Eleanor Boardman (as his other best friend, I don't really remember seeing any interviews or quotes from her--wasn't she extensively interviewed in the past?), to Hollywood stardom and for one year, the #1 male star in the world.
As a movie star, he never bothered to play the game or hide his boyfriend, Jimmy Shields, from view and when given the ultimatum from Mayer, he didn't hesitate. The author at the end states at the start he thought it would just be another fallen star story and realized it was a love story. And he's right--"the happiest marriage in Hollywood"--that lasted for almost half a century, with Shields killing himself soon after Haines death from cancer. Try not to tear up at the suicide note. But even retired from screen, and it seems made a far wiser choice than those who kowtowed to edicts, and followed his other interest--interior design, eventually proving himself the top of that field as well, befriending most of the major CEO (Bloomingdale) and politicians (Reagan).
So much of the major incidents and breakups of Haines life are shrouded in mystery. The fight with La Marr. Why he and George Cukor had a long falling out. What happened at that Cole Porter luncheon? I forgot about how Haines was attacked by a mob of KKK at his beach house and the author actually tracks down the center of the controversy. Jimmie Shields had dyed his poodle's fur purple for Easter and the little kid next door came by to see the dog, and Jimmie gave him a nickel for a hotdog--the kid goes home, tells parents the gay guy next door gave him a nickel, mob forms, major drama, end of a Hollywood career.
The little kid, now an elderly mayor, says yes it happened like that, but before giving him a nickel, Shields took him inside and performed a sex act on him. The surviving Shields friends all say that he would never have taken advantage of a 6 year old boy and Haines would not have covered that up (Haines wasn't even there the day in question but possible George Cukor was). The man though said he was never hurt by it, and is not currently upset with what happened and that his parents didn't really see the big deal about it either and didn't want the attention and the mob that sprung up had nothing to do with them. Mann then segues into repressed memories and recollection that makes it seem that he doesn't 100% buy the man's testimony about that day. I am not sure what to think either, since there's been constant revelations on what famous or revered people are really like, but it does seem out of character.
The book doesn't dwell on this overlong like many other authors would--so points to Mann for moving the history along instead of overly sensationalizing this. It's interesting the circles that Hollywood in the "Golden Years" traveled in--and you start to notice it when you look through casual or out on the town photos. You had the Irene Dunne/Roz Russell/Loretta Young/Jeanette McDonald Religious Brigade for example, and Haines as one of the chief entertainers and almost professional best friend of Joan Crawford’s you can always expect to see sitting beaming at certain tables. Claudette Colbert (which was kind of surprising--this book made me like her more, she generally comes off as cold and argumentative, and I don't see Billy putting up with that), the Talmadges (another family desperate for a big book on), Marion Davies and Hearst, and the friendship between them and Billy was actually pretty sweet--you can almost see a movie on that subject alone.
Besides being a love story, it's also a paean to friendship--the 45 year relationship between Joan Crawford and Billy Haines, him helping her out when she arrived, and a proud builder of the Crawford persona I think (just doing the interiors of her famous houses and the many comments of him there monthly switching something around or changing toilet seats--side note: why are toilet seats mentioned so frequently in Crawford biographies?) and her hiring him to do her house after his unceremonious departure from MGM to taking him to all parties and premieres to avoid a total blacklist. Until his death, which left her devastated, and then Shields death, which bothered her as much, knowing him just as long--and feeling guilty since she promised Billy to take Jimmie under her wing, but the suicide happened before she could get to California. They talked for hours at least 3 times a week, and knowing Crawford, he probably got twice daily letters and telegrams. And she was always the kid he knew when she first rolled into Hollywood, Lucille LeSeuer, aka Cranberry.
A surprisingly uplifting and cute book, which wasn't what I was expecting at all.