ELINOR GLYN by Anthony Glyn


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By her grandson, a non-partisan portrait of the woman who was never to satisfy the romanticism of her temperament except through her books- some of which, notably Three Weeks, created an enormous succes de scandal-all of which were predicated in some way or another on the experiences she was never to live out. From an aristocratic grandmother, Elinor was to inherit a class-consciousness and arrogance which confirmed her desire to marry within a certain social and financial sphere, and Clayton Glyn, a country gentleman of apparent means, capitulated to her red hair and green eyes- if not for long since-once married- his casual neglect was progressive. Her books were then to be a sublimation of her disappointment, an idealization of the love she never found, and with Three Weeks, damned but devoured, she achieved a lasting, lifetime popularity both in England and America. Her one great romance, with Lord Curzon, ended, after eight years, in disillusion (he married another woman); Clayton, who died insolvent, left her to earn her way in the rather spend-thrift style she indulged; the '20's brought her to Hollywood where she became the high priestess of romance and formulated the ""It"" girl- until her final return to England for an almost ageless old age.... A legend which was created on the novelty of a tiger-skin and the prostration of passion- it is doubtful whether it endures today, for younger readers.

Pub Date: June 30th, 1955
Publisher: Doubleday