Before I read this book, I had no idea who Kathleen (Kick) Kennedy was, only that she was a sister of JFK who had died in her twenties. After reading the book, I found myself upset over what a loss she was to the world and what she could have done with her life.
Kick Kennedy died in a plane crash in France, months after the death of Joe Junior, whom the irredeemable Joe Senior had hoped to make president someday. These two deaths marked the first in what would be a melancholy string of them for the Kennedy family, and would give rise to the narrative of “The Kennedy Curse.”
Kick Kennedy, who became the Marchioness of Hartington upon her marriage to Billy, the Marquess of Hartington, originally came to the U.K. in a whirl of excitement and glamour and fell deeply in love with Billy Cavendish (later the marquess). She was the toast of London, and several of the men in the circles she traveled were in love with her. She was the only debutante in her circle that discussed politics with men. At this point I really admired her.
What follows may be a contrarian view, but after Billy was killed in the war, his considerable inheritance and lands fell to his younger brother, Andrew. At this point, Kick was naturally bereft with grief, but she also came to the realization that part of what she had liked about Billy had been the future glory of her inheriting the status of Duchess of Devonshire, along with the wealth and standing in English aristocratic society that came with it. “So much of her relationship with Billy had taken place in the imagination,” the author says. When Billy was killed and the system of primogeniture conferred what would have been his inheritance onto his brother, Kick was reduced to the Dowager Marchioness, with an empty title, no money, and no property. She had no chance anymore to become, in her words, “a woman of influence.” At this point I ceased to have sympathy with her.
She had saved her virginity for her wedding night with Billy (who unfortunately took several days of the honeymoon to “figure out how to do it,” in her words). But a few months after Billy had been killed, Kick, after doggedly giving speeches and holding a salon in her new apartment in London unthinkably started to have an affair with a married man (who DID have both title and property) named Peter Fitzwilliam. Fitzwilliam was a gambler, womanizer, heavy drinker and father of no small number of illegitimate children. He was also heir to a dukedom of considerably more wealth than that of Devonshire. He was still married when he and Kick started their affair.
I found the idea that Kick, who had truly been in love with Billy, could so rapidly become infatuated with Fitzwilliam, and eventually plan to marry him, to be an abhorrent turn of ambition and a purely opportunistic political move.
As it happened, just as she and Fitzwilliam were planning to reveal their wedding plans to old Joe Kennedy, they were both killed in the crash of Fitzwilliam’s plane in France. Even after that event, Billy’s brother, the new Marquess of Devonshire, rushed around to all the major newspapers in London with the ridiculous claim that Kick and Fitzwilliam had just happened to run into each other in France, of all things (who could have guessed such a coincidence?), and squelched public news of their affair.
The Kennedy family, either through paralysis or continuing disapproval, did not attend the funeral, except Joe Senior, who made a pass at Billy's 22-year-old sister.
In the end, I felt that the greatest loss to the world was Kick’s potential. It’s conceivable that she could have been the first female Kennedy to hold public office in the U.S. Ultimately, reading this book is a sad experience, probably akin to reading a book about Jim Croce, James Dean, or Buddy Holly.