This summer, when I was visiting Greece, I read Mani - Patrick 'Paddy' Leigh Fermor's account of travelling through the southern Pelopponese in the 1950s. Amidst the dense thicket of Greek history, geography and legend were some colourful accounts of Fermor's adventures, accompanied by a 'partner' who was only occasionally referred to. The elusive partner was Joan Eyres Monsell, the woman who was not yet Fermor's wife, although they did marry many years later in 1968.
'Elusive' will be one of my lasting impressions of Joan. Her biographer Simon Fenwick (who I heard speak about his subject at Daunt Books in Hampstead) mentioned that she didn't keep diaries or journals, nor did she keep many of her letters. She was a professional photographer who hated to be photographed. She was a fixture of the London society pages in the 1930s, but she seems to have been a very private person who eschewed both the limelight and notoriety. Unfortunately, even after reading this biography devoted to her, I felt that I still only had the sketchiest sense of both her character and the major events of her life.
One of the best summaries of her character, and particular appeal, comes from John Craxton and appears at the very end of the book. 'Like all adorable people Joan had something enigmatic about her nature, which combined with her wonderful good looks, made her a very seductive presence. Even in a crowd she maintained a deep and private inner life'. Craxton also spoke of her 'elegance, luminous intelligence, curiousity and her underring high standards that made her such a perfect muse'. Although the biography includes a number of photographs of Joan and her friends and her two husbands, none of them really captured that beauty and 'elegance' that made her such a favourite with so many of the famous men of her generation. She was obviously well-read, and she was surrounded by many famous writers of the day, but her intelligence is more alluded to than revealed by the contents of the biography. (I did appreciate little nuggets of information; for instance, Joan's love of chess - even if she had play by herself.)
This book appealed to me because I'm fascinated by mid-20th century British history and literature. Some of the famous figures of the period who appear in this book include such intimates as John Betjeman, Lawrence Durrell, Maurice Bowra, Evelyn Waugh, Lady Dorothy 'Coote' Lygon (whose family inspired Brideshead Revisted), the Mitford sisters and their husbands - particularly Deborah Devonshire, who was a great friend of Paddy's - many more. Additionally, there are allusions to many, many more of the bohemians, aesthetes, war heroes and adventurers who were a part of British society, both in England and abroad. Joan was in the thick of intellectual Oxford, bohemian London, the aristocratic country house set and the more glamorous outposts of World War II (Madrid and Cairo) - not to mention her exotic travels in places like Greece, Turkey and Kurdistan. Unfortunately, all of the 'names' which appear in the book make up the majority of its narrative; and if the reader doesn't have a lot of context for the period, I think the narrative will be difficult to follow.
Ultimately, although I was convinced that 'Joan' had a fascinating life, I still did not feel I had got to know her very well. Elusive to the end . . .