Undoubtedly one of the most interesting people of the 20th Century. Her comparative obscurity might be down to an all-pervading sexist assumption that women don't do anything interesting themselves, they just have 'interesting friends' - in this case Picasso, Ernst, Miro, Man Ray etc. But with Lee Miller it might equally be down to a self-destruct button that led her to respond in her 60s "Oh, I did take a few pictures - but that was a long time ago." TAKE A FEW PICTURES?!?
For those who aren't familiar with Miller: she was a luminously beautiful young woman who became a model for Vogue in the 1920s after a chance encounter with Conde Nast on a New York pavement. She quickly became more interested in working the other side of the camera, took herself off to Paris to learn from Man Ray, the leading surrealist photographer. I recently saw an exhibition of her work in Vienna and she rightly became a member of the surrealist movement on her own terms.
She spent the 1930s in Egypt, Paris and Europe and was in London for the Blitz and most of the war, all the while taking powerful photos.
She then became the accredited War Correspondent for Vogue - a mindbending concept - covering the siege of St Malo and the liberation of Paris. Onwards into Germany where she entered Dachau with US troops and took powerful photos which shocked the world. She also proved to be a brilliant journalist, writing with a vivid, immediate voice. By the way, the unsettling picture of Miller in Hitler's bath is a set-up - there is a parallel photo she took of David Sherman (in the Vienna exhibition). Miller then travelled Eastern Europe as the Russians were increasingly in control.
Her life thereafter seems to have gone into decline. As one friend said to her "we can't keep a World War going, just so you can have some excitement." A 50/day smoking habit and life of hard-drinking probably didn't help.
This book is written by her son and has lots of beautifully produced photographs. It's good on the pathos of the end of her life and the son is candid about their difficult relationship. It's clear that there was some form of mental instability throughout her life. Bi-polar seems a possibility.
But the book barely touches on the origins of this extraordinary woman and what made her what she was. What was the impact of being raped at the age of 7? Of needing your mother to douche you with mercury for a year to treat the resulting gonorrhea? And I suppose it's hard to write about your own mother's odd relationship with your grandfather: a man who photographed Lee nude, in the snow, a few weeks after the childhood rape. Who continued to photograph her nude alone, or with her friends, as she grew into her teens and twenties.
Something made her sufficiently disconnected that she could see a severed breast in a hospital after a mastectomy, pick it up and carry it home, put it on a plate and take a surreal photograph (in the exhibition, not in the book). Perhaps a different biographer would feel able to tackle these areas - I need to track down a full biography.
Nevertheless, a beautiful book of wonderful photos and an interesting read.