LOVE, HONOR AND DISMAY by Elizabeth Harrison

LOVE, HONOR AND DISMAY

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KIRKUS REVIEW

She still bears ex-husband-#2 Rex Harrison's name, but ex-husband-#1 Richard Harris gets most of Elizabeth's book--brawling, boozing, and bullying his way through twelve years of her life. They married when he was an unknown poetactor and she was a socialist peer's daughter studying drama, and their first home was a maisonette over an underwear shop. Three sons later, after a suicide attempt and drink-drug breakdown (Elizabeth's) and film stardom (Richard's, via This Sporting Life and Camelot): separation and splitsville. Enter--briefly--aloof paramour Christopher Plummer and--somewhat less briefly--Rex, an aging superstar weary of battling raucous Rachel Roberts. Roberts, in fact, is the only zesty player here, crisply declaring: ""All right, Rex. Make up your mind. Which one of us do you want?"" Still, if Elizabeth's a pale presence by comparison, she's an unassuming, engaging memoiriste--without a firm grip on her ex-mates or herself (despite unlikely cries of ""I wanted to be me"") but with a sharp enough eye and tongue to pinpoint the dark moments and men in her life.

Pub Date: June 10th, 1977
Publisher: Doubleday