I’ve always thought that Maria Callas was as larger-than-life, and her life as tragic, as any of the characters she played. She’s an elusive subject for a book because her magic cannot be captured in words, but Arianna Huffington succeeds in painting a vivid portrait of her.
Unlike other biographers, she doesn’t give a laundry list of events and leaves it at that. In fact, some parts are not given the attention they deserve. For example, we’re told in the introduction that when she died, Maria only had two framed photographs at home: one of her beloved teacher, Elvira de Hidalgo, and the other of the legendary singer María Malibrán. But then she barely gives any information about her training with de Hidalgo or her relationship with her. Instead, the focus is on Maria’s psychology, using as sources interviews with a vast array of people who knew her well, such as John Ardoin (to whom she gave a series of interviews after Onassis left her for Jacqueline Kennedy, and who wrote several books about her artistry), Franco Zeffirelli, Tito Gobbi, Grace Kelly (Princess Grace of Monaco), Lord Harewood, Nadia Stancioff (who wrote her own book about her friendship with Maria), Constantine and Anastasia Gratsos (one of Onassis’ oldest associates and his wife, respectively), Vasso Devetzi, and even Maria’s mother, Evangelia. But perhaps the greatest revelation was her correspondence with her godfather, Dr. Leonidas Lantzounis, who welcomed her parents to New York when they arrived from Greece in 1923 and helped deliver Maria that December. He gave access to her letters and granted interviews to the author.
As a fellow Greek, Arianna Huffington (whose maiden name is Stassinopolous) probably has more insight into the culture in which Maria was raised than most biographers. For example, she explains that it was believed that doing paperwork related to one’s death brought bad luck, so Maria died without signing her updated will, resulting in the irony that two of the people she hated the most -her mother and her ex-husband, Giovanni Battista Menegheni-, both of whom exploited her in life and death, inherited the bulk of her estate.
The author is sympathetic to Maria (as am I), but doesn’t shy away from her flaws, which are put in context and treated with understanding. It’s difficult not to feel sorry for someone who had such a hard life, someone who despite being one of the most celebrated artists of all time, was also one of the most lonely and misunderstood. Reading about her last years is so depressing that when she dies, you almost feel relieved that her despair is over. And so devastated that it’s as though you have lost a friend. But Maria Callas stays with you, like all great characters, long after you’ve finished the book.