I love watching old Jessie Matthews films and I love her bouncy enthusiasm and the love of life she shows. I love the fact that like me she is a Londoner from Irish Welsh roots. And I love the honesty of this autobiography. What I wasn't aware of is what a difficult and screwed up personal life she had.
I adore Jessie Matthews, her films are fabulous. I’ve been a fan for many a year. I saw this book in a charity shop and just had to buy it. What comes over more than anything, is the fact that Jessie was a survivor. She was born into crippling poverty. Her husbands treated her badly, and that, coupled with the pressure of her career, resulted in depression and poor mental health. I was also sad to read that these pressures also affected the relationship with her adopted daughter, resulting in no contact for many years, although the book ends on a positive note with mother and daughter finding a new friendship. The book was written in 1974 and I have since read that the relationship turned problematic again. How sad.
The book was a pleasurable and easy read. I recommend it to anyone who loves the films of Jessie Matthews. Jessie was a real survivor. Shine on Jessie, we still adore you :-)
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