One of the more fascinating aspects of Truman Capote's life, and which was not delved into in the Oscar-winning movie made of it, was probably the most fundamental part, equal to his honing of his writing talent - Capote absolutely adored a certain kind of woman, and he carefully selected and then tended to and eventually betrayed those women. He called these women - all beautiful, thin, rich, talkative, entertaining, and varying degrees "of good birth"- his "swans." They were "socialites" - a breed hardly anyone even thinks about anymore, certainly not with the degree of awe and fascination they inspired for what author Laurence Leamer astutely concludes was only one generation.
Leamer devotes his book equally to Capote and to the swans, who all get their own mini-biographies - and now I have much more reading to do! Some of the swans are insufferable (C.Z. Guest), some fascinating (Pamela Harriman), and some tragic (Babe Paley). Virtually all of them, if alive today, would have been completely different people - probably with millions of Instagram followers, brand ambassadors, licensing deals for home furnishings, etc. They would have been aristocratic Martha Stewarts.
But all of these women, all of them intelligent -they HAD to be to hang with Truman - were products of their time, raised with one goal in mind - marry a rich "proper" (ie "well-bred") man. Would the man cheat? Of course. Would he be an alcoholic? Sure. Would he be an abuser? Possibly. Would he be much older and boring? Likely. None of it mattered so long as he could afford a country estate, a yacht, and a Manhattan penthouse.
It's clear why Truman was obsessed with these women - they are surrogates for his own mother, who repeatedly charmed and then abandoned Truman throughout his life. His mother too was a product of her time - obsessed with class, social structure, "breeding," and marrying well. Her plans didn't include a flamboyantly gay son, no matter how talented.
In the end, Truman's love for his swans was dwarfed by the writer who wanted to be the next Proust, and he mined the ladies' secrets and intimacies for a couple of gossipy articles. These were supposedly part of his magnus opus - Answered Prayers - and it's debatable whether or not he even wrote any more of it than that. The book is far more famous for having NOT been written than it likely would have been if it had. Perhaps, on some level, Truman, who has a keen sense of publicity, knew this.
At the end of his life, all of his "swans" - in true tragic style - abandoned him. But this only added to Truman's posthumous allure.
Author Laurence Leamer is balanced in his reporting - and he saves his almost gushing admiration for the swans for his liner notes. Otherwise, he is clear-eyed, seeing not only the swans' many attributes, but their many faults, and also has empathy for their being such victims of their era, one that did not value women for their brains, but only their faces, their husbands, and their clothes.
Today, I think Truman would have thrived. He would have had millions of Twitter followers hanging on his every bitchy bon mot. In reading many of his hilariously grandiose pronouncements, I couldn't decide whether he was trolling. Perfect for Twitter!
In the end, Truman will be known for three things - In Cold Blood, Breakfast at Tiffany's, and his swans.
Thank you so much to Laurence Leamer for personally gifting me this ARC of this fabulous book.