Set against the backdrop of the Nazi occupation of World War II, the captivating history of Paris's world-famous Hôtel Ritz-a breathtaking tale of glamour, opulence, and celebrity; dangerous liaisons, espionage, and resistance-from the New York Times bestselling author of The Widow Clicquot and The Secret of Chanel No. 5
Established in 1898 in the heart of Paris on Place Vendôme, the Hôtel Ritz instantly became an icon of the city frequented by film stars and celebrity writers, American heiresses and risqué flappers, politicians, playboys, and princes. When France fell to the Germans in June 1940, it was the only luxury hotel of its kind allowed in the occupied city by order of Adolf Hitler.
Tilar J. Mazzeo traces the history of this cultural landmark from its opening in fin de siècle Paris. At its center, The Hotel on Place Vendôme is an extraordinary chronicle of life at the Ritz during wartime, when the Hôtel was simultaneously headquarters to the highest-ranking German officers, such as Reichsmarshal Hermann Göring, and home to exclusive patrons, including Coco Chanel. Mazzeo takes us into the grand palace's suites, bars, dining rooms, and wine cellars, revealing a hotbed of illicit affairs and deadly intrigue, as well as stunning acts of defiance and treachery, where refugees were hidden in secret rooms, a Jewish bartender passed coded messages for the German resistance, and Wehrmacht officers plotted to assassinate the Führer. Yet, as she makes clear, not everyone at the Ritz in the spring of 1940 would survive to the war's end.
Rich in detail, illustrated with black-and-white photos, The Hotel on Place Vendôme is a remarkable look at this extraordinary place and the people and events that made it legend; the crucible where the future of post-war France-and all of post-war Europe-was transformed.
Tilar J. Mazzeo is a cultural historian, biographer, and passionate student of wine and food culture. She divides her time among the California wine country, New York City, and Maine, where she is a professor of English at Colby College.
3.5 Such an interesting, well researched book on the many human players that passed in and out of this Hotel. The main years covered in this book are 1941-1945, though the author does go back to the opening of the hotel, just not as extensively.
Marcel Prost, Hemingway and his wife Martha Gelhorn, Fitzgerald, the Dreyfus affair which changed the direction of the hotel, German officers, war correspondents hoping to get a scoop, royalty, Churchill, so many others, either stayed, visited or lived here. Some fascinating facts such as Coco Channel who made a fortune selling her perfume to German officers. Goring, who had a morphine habit tried to kick the habit by bathing constantly. This is a very human view of history, with the hotel as a background.
Easy to read, wonderful chapter layout each headed by a picture and quote. It also includes, which was much appreciated, extensive bibliographic notes. There is so much contained in this less than 300 page offering, I found it all fascinating.
I had to decide how much I could trust a book that contains statements like “Ernest Hemingway, mentally ill and hopelessly alcoholic, shot himself to death in Key West in 1961, after years of wavering.” That makes me wonder if the author actually read the sources that she listed. Hemingway committed suicide in Ketchum, Idaho. There were annoying editing errors such as this one from pages 170 – 171 “By mid-July, the Vichy government was rounding up Jewish foreigners beginning to round up Jewish foreigners systematically in the capital, using stadia as makeshift internment camps.” To me there was no logical flow to the book just a lot of pieces thrown together haphazardly.
It never fails to amaze me how historians can take interesting material and turn it into something positively banal.
The woman who is mentioned in the introduction--the widow who says Mazzeo shouldn't write this book? She was right. Not because this story shouldn't be told, but it should have been told by someone who can organize her material and make it a flowing story. Skip this one.
A fantastic retelling of characters who lived in the famous Hotel Ritz in Paris. From Joe Kennedy (father of JFK and RFK) sordid love affair with the actress Marlen Dietrich, Nazi Herman Goering who has goblets full of stolen jems next to goblets of morphine pills and the Nazi lover King of England who abdicated his crown. Add novelist Ernest Heminway's wild parties and you have a fun read.
Subtitled, “Life, Death and Betrayal at the Hotel Ritz in Paris,” this book begins with the 1940 Occupation of Paris by the Nazi’s, before backtracking to the Ritz opening in 1898. Paris in 1898 was split by the scandal known as the Dreyfus Affair, which divided the aristocracy from the traditionalists of the Belle-Epoque and the new, upcoming artists and intellectuals. The author uses Marcel Proust as an example of one of the new modern supporters of Dreyfus, who claimed the Ritz as their home – artists, intellectuals and outcasts. Proust is again identified during a chapter set during WWI, to show how the war was largely ignored in the Ritz. However, most of this book is set before and after the Second World War, by which time Proust had died and this kind of thread is one which weakens the book in my opinion, by not carrying throughout the storyline.
The author sets the scene of the occupation of Paris well. The elderly Marie-Louise Ritz, widow of the founder Cesar Ritz, had to make the decision of whether or not to keep the hotel open, with only a skeleton staff remaining as most people fled Paris as the German army advanced. Warned that the building might be requisitioned and that she may never get it back, she decided to take advice to stay open, with the help of her Swiss Director, Claude Aurcello. Indeed, The Ritz remained, “a Switzerland in Paris,” throughout the war. The fact that it consisted of two separate buildings, connected by a long corridor, meant that there was a natural partition between the German high-ranking officers and the smaller building, which remained open to the public; including artists, writers, film stars, playwrights, fashion designers and a smattering of spies. There were no uniforms or weapons in public spaces and the French and Germans mixed amicably – often neutrality crossed the line into collaboration. Although we read of those involved, such as Goering, Coco Chanel, the Duke and Duchess of Windsor or Laura Mae Corrigan, wealthy widow of an American industrialist, too often their story seems to stop during the Occupation. The author backtracks sometimes with the potted history of Chanel during the war years, or tells us briefly the story of Corrigan, but often they are fleeting glimpses. The detail is mainly before the Occupation and after it.
The book really comes into its own after the Occupation, with the American press racing to Paris to cover the liberation. Ernest Hemingway, Robert Capa, Marlene Dietrich and Ingrid Bergman all arrived as the Germans fled the city. There was mob justice for many who had seen as collaborating with the Germans, and the realisation by many who had lived the war in comfort at the Ritz that there would be a reckoning for a war spent in luxury. This is a tale of plotting, love affairs, betrayals and espionage, which I really enjoyed. However, I did somehow feel that there was another story within this book, which was never really told and that was the story of the Ritz during the war. I would have liked at least one chapter for each year of the occupation, documenting all the interesting stories which I felt were so briefly touched upon. The bartender who was only one member of the staff involved in espionage, for example, or refugees who were hidden in the rooms under the very noses of the German high command. Or even how Parisians felt about those who lived in such close proximity with the enemy, while they suffered oppression and shortages of food and fuel. In other words, this was something of a missed opportunity for me – a good book, which could have been great. Still a good read though, especially if you are interested in the liberation of Paris and the aftermath of war there.
This entertaining history of the Paris Hôtel Ritz is told through stories of the many people who lived, worked, loved, drank, argued, and partied there, starting in La Belle Époque with hotel’s 1898 opening while the Dreyfus affair was polarizing French aristocrats, artists, and intellectuals. Soon the then unknown Marcel Proust became one of the regulars, gathering inspiration from the hotel’s patrons and staff for what would become his literary opus. The Ritz was a new style of luxury hotel but Oscar Wilde hated it because he found it all so very modern and jarring. The elevators were too fast, the electric lights too bright, and Wilde much preferred calling for a removable basin to having indoor plumbing with a permanent sink in his suite.
Though the book’s tales continue even past the time Princess Diana slipped out of one of the hotel’s back doors hoping to avoid the paparazzi shortly before their pursuit helped cause her death, the book’s focus is on life in the WWII era with all its bizarre contradictions and complications during the Nazi occupation and then liberation of Paris. Joseph Goebbels gave the order that Paris should be happy and gay--or else--so parties were held, plays were produced and love affairs were conducted even as some citizens were disappearing off the streets never to be seen again and the French Underground was working covertly to oust the invaders.
Aristocrats, philosophers, journalists, artists, authors, spies, German commanders, and members of the French Resistance all mingled at the Ritz which gives this book plenty of sometimes shocking anecdotes, all delivered in a chatty style but backed up by pages of reference notes. Hemingway who planned to liberate the Ritz without the help of the military, Coco Chanel who had a German lover, and Sartre, Cocteau, Wallis Simpson, and Hermann Wilhelm Göring are among the many notables who make appearances in this book. With just 238 pages of text this is a fast, fascinating read.
(This review is abridged and edited for GoodReads.)
If you are looking at this book, please don't be misguided by the cover and the publisher's blurb - the book does reveal a great deal on Paris during the German occupation but it does not exclusively focus on the personalities of Nazi generals. Rather it is the story of hotel Ritz from its first opening to its present day - but it is told using the stories of the people who used to live, visit, dine, and run the hotel.
It is a good story made even more remarkable by well researched insights into the Ritz family, Marcel Proust, the Dreyfusards, Winston Churchill, Charles De Gaulle, Georges Mandel, Coco Chanel, Ernest Hemingway, Robert Capa, Marlene Dietrich, Ingrid Bergman, Jean Cocteau, Picasso, ... and a whole band of other personalities.
Of course, as promised by the dust jacket blurb, there is abundant information on the German occupation of Paris but the book also describes the sheer incredible situation of where employees of the hotel would use their position to pass information to the resistance or organise false passports.
What surprised me most about the book was that it was written in an engaging style where each chapter dealt with a different pairing or grouping of people to tell a story, but chapter by chapter, the stories interlinked. It is really clever writing. And I guess, it is this that made it difficult for me to put the book down.
I approached this book as a history of the Ritz Hotel during the Occupation of Paris....instead I found that it was basically a book of gossip about who was sleeping with whom. The author does touch on some of the spying and intrigues that were centered in the famous luxury hotel but much of it almost looks like speculation instead of verifiable fact. The narrative is full of errors....such as the use of transistor radios (which weren't even invented at that point) and dropping in statements such as "The Duchess of Windsor .......during her affair with Joachim von Ribbentrop....". She either needed another editor or needed to check her facts a little more carefully. I probably should have given it a lower grade but some of the information was interesting since it did describe the relationships between the French and the Nazis during the Occupation. Disappointing read.
This is the Hotel Ritz, the pinnacle of luxury in Paris, and it's the story of the high society that lived, partied, schemed there from the Dreyfus Affair through the tumultuous 20th Century in Paris, through war and occupation. A hotel of this grandeur would attract the most famous, the most rich, the most colorful personalities -- Marcel Proust, Jean Cocteau, Coco Chanel, Elsa Maxwell, F. Scott Fitzgerald, the Duke and Duchess of Windsor; movie stars like Marlene Dietrich, Arletty and Ingrid Bergman; wartime generals as diverse as James Gavin and Hermann Goering; hard-partying war correspondents like Ernest Hemingway and Robert Capa.
Much of the book concerns the Nazi occupation, and while the partying continued in the bar and penthouse suites, we find intrigue: looted art, French resistance members among the staff, German resistance members among the guests, plotting -- and interacting. We learn more about the sexual relationships -- the "horizontal collaboration" -- between occupiers and resident celebrities like Arletty. We learn more about the intrigues of the Duke and Duchess of Windsor -- Edward and Mrs. Simpson -- who apparently plotted before, during and after the war to displace Princess Elizabeth and resume the British throne. We learn more about the wild partying that came in with Hemingway and Capa during the Liberation. And we learn what happened to the hotel once society and the party moved away to Hollywood and New York.
It's a vivid, well-written, racy and unforgettable history of a truly grand hotel. Highest recommendation.
This book purports to be a work of history. It is full of mistakes, inaccuracies and speculation. One of the most obvious is that Hemingway did not kill himself in Key West as everyone --save the author and the editor --knows. Daghilev was not a dancer. The dates and facts are wrong and on and on... The most galling is the chapter which is a recounting of my father's heroic acts during the Liberation. So I know how wrong it is. One would have thought that this writer would have had the good sense to contact the archives and/or the family and even to get the list of historical records correct.
This is an entertaining gossip novel but a tragic impostor as a history book.
If the walls of Hôtel Ritz on Place Vendôme in Paris could talk, this book is pretty much what they would say. And, what fantastic stories are to be told! From its origins in the 19th century, the famous and infamous have lived history within this venerable hotel. No time period of this history within its walls is more fascinating than the 1930’s and 1940’s This was a time when the avant-garde of the arts mingled with nobility and with the effete hangers-on that any noble gathering attract. When France fell to Nazi oppression, the noble gave way to the ignoble and the hotel suffered a dark period. That was relieved in a most raucous manner when the Allies returned France to French rule and routed the Nazis. And while the character of the clientele changed, the consistent luxurious ambience continued. This book draws on recently declassified material as well as scrupulous research to tell the tale. It is fascinating to read how the character of the hotel was maintained on the surface while Jewish people and downed airmen were smuggled about and hidden, while plots were hatched, secrets shared and many a marriage compromised. Fascinating tales of people with names that are household words today abound in its pages.
The postwar decline of the Hôtel Ritz was surely inevitable, and it fell into disrepair and potential bankruptcy until rescued by Mohamed Al Fayed, who spared no expense in restoring the hotel to it former glory. But tragedy came quickly on the wake of the restoration when Fayed’s son and Princess Diana left the hotel and were driven to their death in Paris by harassing paparazzi. Once again, the Ritz was in the center of international events.
At the book’s conclusion, reference is made to another restoration now underway, and one hopes the history will continue.
This is a wonderful book full of wonderful characters who march and meander through its pages as they once did through the halls of Hôtel Ritz on Place Vendôme.
A fascinating account of Paris and its glitterati in the first half of the 20th century, made even more interesting by basing all of their stories around the grand Paris institution: the Hotel Ritz. I heard the author speak about the book at the American Library of Paris, and she described how hard it was to peg some people as "good guys" or "bad guys" because of all of the double-agents and undercover work. Still, you come away from this book thinking, "Is there any good left in the world?" That, with few exceptions, humankind is basically individuals all out for themselves. The book fed my Occupied Paris obsession, and added a whole host of new characters to those I already knew.
This was a pretty interesting book, although the pacing was a bit slow and I felt that the author skipped around a lot chronologically speaking which made it hard to keep track of what was going on. But it was fun learning about the Ritz hotel and the patrons during WW2 (Hemingway, Coco Chanel, Marlene Dietrich, etc.)
Do přízně šlechty se budete vtírat skrze Marcela Prousta, lámat srdce ženám díky Hemingwayovi, horizontálně kolaborovat s herečkou Arletty, v ulicích rozdávat Chanel č. 5 prostřednictvím samotné Coco a o jaderném projektu Manhattan se dozvíte třeba i od Marlene Dietrichové. Čtěte celou recenzi: http://bit.ly/recenze-hotel-ritz
This book is frustrating because it could have been so much more than it is. Mazzeo’s book advertises itself as a wartime history of a famous, very posh, in France during World War II. In the introduction (which is really one of two introductions), Mazzeo even makes a connection to the modern EU. The problem is that the book really doesn’t do what the introductions claim it is going to deliver. The soap opera aspects are present. Most of them, however, involved Hemingway, and if you already know anything about Hemingway, it is really new information. He just looks doucheier. But most of the hanky panky is Hemingway hanky panky. It’s a soap opera you know, and the setting isn’t there. In other words, if you going to go old Hotel, it helps to make the hotel live. Honesty, there is no real description of the hotel, no sense of the place. There are no photos. Further, more interesting stories than those involving Hemingway are abandoned or given less space. The story of manager’s wife and others’ activities in the French Resistance could have been more developed. In fact, the lives of those working at the Hotel could have more developed. There is the story of the American Angel, but the post war aspect of her story is hinted at, though never returned to (as is the EU connection). This doesn’t mean the book is all bad. The writing in terms of style is energetic, making the book a quick read. Mazzeo’s description of photo journalist Bob Capa makes one want to read a biography of that man. Despite these good aspects, the book is disappointing because a reader can see how much better it could have been.
This is one of the easiest historical reads you are likely to experience. The prose flows like water, the characters are given just enough detail to be fascinating without an overload of info-dumping, and it manages to jump around in a very lyrical fashion between all the various situations facing World War II Paris. But in the end, I'm puzzled if this lovely book actually lives up to its title and description. Yes, there's a great deal going on at the Ritz, but it takes a very early back seat, and it's much more interested in the people who come and go. Strangely enough, the stated topic of this (still wonderful) book becomes nothing more than fancy window dressing. But window dressing that is, at the very least, worthy of the Ritz's quality.
Líbilo se vám 1913: Léto jednoho století? Pak si přečtěte i Hotel Ritz. Další z knih, které záživně nahradí pár hodin dějepisu a literatury. Potkáte se s Coco Chanel, Hermannem Goeringem, Marcelem Proustem, Eduardem VIII a Wallis Simsonovou, Ernestem Hemingwayem, Robertem Capou, Marlene Dietrich, Jeanem Cocteau, Jean-Paul Sartrem a Simone de Beauvoir, Ingrid Bergman a mnoha dalšími, dnes už širokou veřejností často zapomenutými postavami. Hotel Ritz byl neutrálním Švýcarskem uprostřed okupované Paříže, kde bydleli nejvyšší fašouni a zároveň se schovávali Židé, kde se osnoval atentát na Hitlera, kde spal každý s každým a kde se večer všichni sešli na koktejlu dole v baru u Franka Merniera.
Poutavá kniha o historii jednoho věhlasného hotelu se všemi jeho slavnými hosty. Vlastně to není v pravém smyslu román, ale autorka píše dost čtivě na to, aby se to jako román četlo (i když pravda, často jsem se přestávala v osobách orientovat a ocenila tak úvodní soupis postav). Nejvíce času v hotelu strávíme ve válečných letech a především pak v roce 1944, kdy byly Paříž i hotel Ritz osvobozeny. Intriky, milostné pletky, politické zákulisí, jedna slavná (a zhýralá) osobnost vedle druhé, ti "zlí" i ti "hrdinové". Naprosto mě dostal souboj válečných reportérů o to, kdo bude dřív v Paříži (a v Ritzu) při jejím osvobozování.
What a disappointment this book was. I have read another book by the author on Coco Chanel and that was superb, so I was hoping that this current one would be up to the same standards. Nope. It's very gossipy and you feel as if you are reading a tabloid. Tilar J. Mazzeo writes about everyone that stayed at the Hotel Ritz in Paris when France was involved in wars. No character is fully fleshed out and some are just mentioned in one sentence. I stopped reading after four chapters.
The Hotel Ritz in Paris opened in June 1898 at 15 Place Vendome. The history of this hotel is deep, going all the way back to the days of Louis XIV. The façade was designed by the royal architect Jules Hardouin-Mansart. Cesar Ritz, a hotelier, bought the property and hired the architect Charles Mewès to update the original 1705 structure. The architecture of this property is amazing. The hotel was a hotbed for celebrities, royals, nobles, and artisans of all varieties before World War II. During World War II, the Luftwaffe set their headquarters up in the hotel.
In more recent memory, this was the hotel in which Diana, Princess of Wales, and her beau Dodi Al-Fayed had dinner before their death in a traffic accident in 1997. Titanic survivor, Dorothy Gibson, would also die from a stroke in this hotel. This book wasn't terribly long, but it did a wonderful job of covering the rich history of this hotel. I would love to see it in person. I really enjoyed this book
This is a fairly interesting book. I would have liked to learn more about the individuals that lived at the hotel and the founders. It's quite well researched but is not completely engaging.
All my stays at The Ritz in Paris have been opulent, luxurious, sumptuous, indulgent and totally imaginary. Thus it was good to read this book to see the role this lodging played in the cultural and political history of Paris. The bulk of the book deals with the period of WWII and the German occupation. It would have rated five stars expect for two things: the author's style is a bit clunky in places AND the author's EGREGIOUS ERROR on p.231 stating that Hemingway killed himself in Key West! Even though it is a borrowed book (sorry, Jan!) I had to pencil in the correct site, Ketchum, Idaho. Yes, the author has been notified! Other than those two points, the book is very readable and gives a vivid insight into the lives of those whose collaborationist actions we may have forgotten, like Coco Chanel, Jean Cocteau, etc. I highly recommend this read to lovers of Paris, history and a good story.
It might be a little cruel, but I wish Mazzeo had heeded the advice given not to write this book, or at least perhaps should have hired a better editor. There is a good story here, but it was (in my opinion, for what it is worth) not as well presented as it could have been. It had the feel of a rushed effort. Repetitive. I felt that it was a three-chapter story and the author was told, "why not make this a book." Now, there is a lot of material here I was unfamiliar with, and that was good, and the author did seem to have done some good (though occasionally inaccurate) research, but I was not impressed in the end. Another pet peeve is writers who insist on using complete names after the first time it is presented. Surely we know who Hemingway, Picasso, Chanel, and others are.
LOVED this one. A never-boring history of the Ritz Hotel in Paris, home or host at varying times to Winston Churchill, Hermann Goring, Coco Chanel, Ingrid Bergman, Marcel Proust, Hemingway, Marlene Dietrich and Princess Diana, among so many others. German occupiers, spying bartenders, collaborating fashion icons, sex romps, champagne-fuelled all night parties, hidden rooms and closets, torrid affairs, and the creation of art, music and literature - it is astonishing just how much history has taken place beyond the doors of the Ritz - brings to mind the expression 'if these walls could talk', for sure!
Written by American historian, Tilar Mazzeo, the exploration of this iconic hotel’s history began with its opening at the time of the Dreyfus trial in Paris of 1898. Mazzeo’s main interest, however, centred on the years of Paris’s occupation during WWII and the Hotel Ritz as “the mirror of Paris” from 1940 to 1945. The hotel itself was the main character in the text, the backdrop to the intrigue, liaisons, political and personal alliances of the Nazi officials who resided there during the occupation and of the celebrated artists, writers and wealthy patrons who moved back to the hotel after the liberation of the “city of light.” What both fascinated and disgusted me was that at no time during either of these periods – wartime or post-war – had the champagne stopped flowing or the excesses of the powerful and/or wealthy been abandoned.
Unfortunately, the history was presented more like a novel, the research (notes and bibliography of 40 pages+) used more as a gossip sheet featuring the quirky predilections of the Nazi officers and, post-war, the sexual accounts of who had slept with whom. Particularly, Mazzeo portrayed the decadence of patrons such as Nazi Hermann Goring, Fashionista Coco Chanel and, in greatest detail, the excesses of alcohol and women of Ernest Hemingway. I would have preferred an intense historical record that examined more closely the collaborations and resistance activities of those at the hotel.
Also, structurally, Mazzeo jumped back and forth during the war years, when a more chronological sequence may have been warranted. What I did find intriguing, however, was the problematic relationship that had developed between France and Britain, between de Gaulle and Churchill, and the impact this had on the years after the war.
I enjoyed the book. However, I was disappointed by the lack of editing and fact checking. One error that blatantly stands out is Hemingway's suicide. Mazzeo wrote that his suicide took place in Key West which is incorrect. The suicide took place at his home in Ketchum, Idaho. The name of the Swiss born deputy manager of the Ritz is incorrectly spelled as Hans Franz Elminger rather than Hans Franz Elmiger. The Duke and Duchess of Windsor were not sent off to Bermuda. They were relocated to Nassau where the Duke served as the Governor General of the Bahamas for the balance of the war. Nevertheless, the stories concerning the list of characters were quite entertaining.
This book has excellent information. Unfortunately it is presented in a disjointed way. Because there are so many people involved in the history, it is very difficult to keep track of the who did what, where and when. I am not saying that I could have written it any better, because I know that I could not. But, I feel like there must be a better way to organize this really cool information.
This was a really great read. I've always found hotels to be very interesting places; so many different people coming and going, and Tilar Mazzeo's recounting of the guests and their escapades at the Hotel Ritz in Paris during the Nazi occupation was fascinating. I had no idea so many legendary figures all kept each other company during the war.