Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Midwinter Mitford Madness.... Again

I've been stuck in Mitford-land again, my friends. Immersed in the escapades of these six English sisters, and I can't seem to help myself. I pick up one of Nancy Mitford's novels, or a memoir of one of her sisters, and off I go again... down various and sundry Mitford-related rabbit holes. You'd think that one would tire of this. Or run out of new rabbit holes to explore. But one never seems to do so. Oh dear, I'm beginning to sound like shallow, frivolous Cedric in Love in a Cold Climate, who when he spies a "dreadful moustachio'd" man on a train, cries, "Oh, the luck of being one and not somebody like that." I always laugh when I read that book, especially the part about how Cedric, the consummate esthète, who swans into Lady Montdore's life and charms her and everyone else, hails from the "wilds of Nova Scotia." Coming from the wilds of the province adjacent to Nova Scotia, I find that line hilarious. 

Unity, Tom, Debo, Diana, Decca, Nancy, and Pam Mitford in 1935. 
Reading Nancy Mitford's The Pursuit of Love and Love in a Cold Climate started me off years ago. I went on to read two of her other novels, Don't Tell Alfred and The Blessing, but neither could touch the comic genius of the first two, for me. 

My collection of Nancy Mitford's fiction: The Blessing, Don't Tell Alfred, and The Pursuit of Love & Love in a Cold Climate.
When I read that Nancy Mitford mined her own life and the lives of her family and friends for inspiration, I started reading pretty much anything I could get my hands on about the Mitford family. I started with the 2001 biography The Sisters: The Saga of the Mitford Family by Mary S. Lovell. I read a couple of books by and about Deborah, the youngest Mitford sister who went on to become the Duchess of Devonshire. I really enjoyed her 2002 memoir Wait for Me. A few years ago I read and loved Anne de Courcy's book The Viceroy's Daughters, about the Curzon sisters, one of whom married Oswald Mosley, who later became Diana Mitford's second husband. I read the compiled letters between Nancy Mitford and Heywood Hills called The Bookshop at 10 Curzon Street. Nancy worked at Hills' Curzon Street shop  during the war. And then with another Anne de Courcy book 1939: The Last Season, about society and politics leading up to the outbreak of World War II... I met my Waterloo... so to speak. I suddenly was absolutely and totally sick and tired of English society, deb balls, the English aristocracy, who knew whom, and when they met on the Lido, blah, blah, blah. At least for a while.

Some of my Mitford and related non-fiction
My interest was rekindled a couple of years ago when I heard Frances Osborne interviewed about her book, The Bolter, a biography of her great-grandmother Idina Sackville, who was the inspiration for Nancy Mitford's much married character, Bolter. At the same time I was listening to Rhys Bowen's charming Her Royal Spyness series on my i-pod. Bowen has a Bolter in her books too. I wrote about all these Bolters in a post a year or so ago. 

And just recently I read Anne De Courcy's biography of Diana Mitford. De Courcy is a fantastic writer. I really enjoyed the book. And so I was off again. 


Diana was by far the most beautiful of the sisters. And the most enigmatic, I think. Why oh why she left her first husband Bryan Guinness, reputed to be "the nicest man in England" for Oswald Mosley, I'll never understand. But then again there's no accounting for chemistry, which I gather they had in spades. De Courcy's book explores all aspects of Diana's life: her early years and first marriage, meeting and marrying Oswald Mosley, her imprisonment during WWII when she and Mosley as leader of the Fascist party were considered threats to England, and the years following the war. I must say that Diana's time in prison really does sound dreadful and not the pampered cake-walk depicted in the press at the time.

William Acton's drawing of Diana.  source
While de Courcy's book is not unsympathetic to Diana, it also doesn't pull punches. It's hard to imagine a life as pointless as that of a society wife. Married to Bryan Guinness, Diana lived a life of leisure and the pursuit of pleasure and diversion. Yet she doesn't come off as insipid or stupid, quite the reverse, actually. Readers can almost understand the attraction Oswald Mosley, an intelligent and supposedly charismatic man, committed to a cause, held for the clever, and perhaps bored, Diana. Almost. 

But what is really hard to begin to understand is how Diana gave up so much, her marriage and her place in society, to commit herself to a married man who, while he said he loved her, had no intention of leaving his wife Cynthia (Cimmie) nee Curzon. It was only Cimmie's untimely death that allowed the two to marry. And afterwards Mosley carried on an affair with Cimmie's youngest sister, while his first wife's other sister raised his children. I cannot fathom why so many intelligent, accomplished women were enthralled by Mosley, and intent on doing his bidding. 

Lady Diana Mosley and her youngest son, Max.  source
Mosley's eldest son Nicholas wrote two books about his father after Mosley's death.
Diana, as she says herself in the interview below, put Mosley first in everything. Not only dedicating herself to his politics and his career and thus making herself one of the most despised women in England for a time. But also setting aside her own interest in writing later in life to dedicate her time to reading and editing his work. I found it sad that she let her obdurate defense of Mosley's memory come between her and Mosley's eldest son Nicholas. After Mosley's death, Nicholas, with whom Diana had had a close and loving relationship, wrote a two-volume memoir of his father's life. Diana disapproved of his depiction of his father and she never really forgave him. She stood by her man to the bitter end. 

Have a look at this interview which I found on You Tube. I was curious to see Diana, in "real life" and hear her voice. I'd read so much about the famous "Mitford drawl;" de Courcy talks of Mosley's habit of imitating Diana's speech. And funnily enough, I later found an interview with Jessica Mitford who spoke much the same way. They both seemed inordinately charming to me. And, in old age, Diana is still lovely. 

In many ways it was not lovely to be Diana Mitford Mosley. I think that Oswald Mosley was an utterly reprehensible man, not just for his Fascist politics, but for his selfish pursuit of power. In particular for his treatment of his children, and his refusal to support them financially while he funneled all his own money into his political ambitions. It seems unfair, really, that later in life his public image was rehabilitated largely through the publication of his memoir My Life, while Diana seems not to have been forgiven at all. That is if the somewhat snarky 2003 obituary for her in The Globe and Mail  is anything to go by. I don't agree with her politics, or many of her beliefs, but they were certainly no worse than her husband's. 



Daphne Guinness, below, bears an astonishing likeness to her grandmother doesn't she? I read recently that Daphne lashed out at Lyndsy Spence, the author of the latest biography of her grandmother, calling Spence a "charlatan" and  "scurrilous profiteer." Spence, founder of the on-line blog and Facebook community "Mitford Society" recently published Mrs. Guinness: The Rise and Fall of Diana Mitford. 

And so the "barrage of Mitfordiana" (as Jessica Mitford called the plethora of books on her family) continues unabated. And so it would seem does the controversy. 

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Me. Well, I think I've been down enough rabbit holes this week... I've had enough real life Mitford drama for a while. I'm rereading Nancy Mitford's Don't Tell Alfred. The novel follows Fanny, first introduced in The Pursuit of Love as a cousin of the Radletts (as Nancy called her fictional Mitfords) and daughter of the infamous Bolter. Fanny is now married to an Oxford don, Alfred, who is appointed English Ambassador to Paris. Shy Fanny in her Oxford tweeds struggles to cope with life among the French glitterati. This grown-up Fanny reminds me of the main character in the lovely Diary of a Provincial Lady by E.M. Delafield. I really enjoyed the gentle humour in Delafield's fictional diary.  

Fiction can sometimes be so much more restorative than reality, don't you think? A nice cup of tea and a lovely novel can really make you feel, as Linda says in The Pursuit of Love (and reputedly Diana Mitford said in real life)"how lovely it is to be lovely one." 






What's your take on all this Mitford mania, dear readers? Had enough have you? 

Me too, for while, anyway.




13 comments:

  1. Having only read Nancy Mitford's best-known four novels for the first time this past summer, I have many rabbit holes to pop down yet, but I will probably just survey them from above for the moment, happily depending on your reports now that you've emerged (um, you've got just a bit of dirt there on your right shoulder. . .).
    I chuckled as well, by the way, and thought of you when I read of Cedric's provenance from far-off, backwards colonies. . . but wasn't he a hoot? An wouldn't Bowie have loved and learned from him?

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    1. Cedric was a hoot..that's for sure. I spent a happy half hour while looking for my quote, rereading his scenes in Love in a Cold Climate..especially his "reconfiguration" of Lady Montedore...fabulous! The Bowie comparison...spot on, Frances.

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  2. I've had the same , almost , Mitford obsession for years . Read all the same books , got a great DVD of the BBC series based on Nancy's semi biographical book , visited Debo's pile - Chatsworth house & viewed Inch Kenneth across the water from the isle of Mull , Scotland . Some of the sisters were breathtakingly arrogant especially Diana (& ssh ... I can see the same traits in her younger son ) . As for Moseley , he seems like a joke now strutting around in the old films . I'm glad the British people saw him for what he was & rejected him . Despite all this though , they continue to fascinate . So clever , so witty & so confident .
    Wendy in York

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    1. I envy you your on the ground Mitford experience! I watched several old videos on You Tube trying to figure out what it was that made Mosley so compelling... but he just looked like a joke to me too. But then so did Hitler.

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  3. I'm not familiar with Mitford's novels though you have me intrigued. Sounds like her own story is fascinating as well, as the personal lives of so many can be, filled with twists and turns we might not expect. You've given me a few things to check out when I'm next browsing my local B & N...

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    1. Nancy Mitford's novel The Pursuit of Love (closely based on her family and their lives as children)is the one to start with, in my opinion. Their real lives are fascinating, but after reading Nancy's fiction the biographies and memoirs came to life for me in a way that doesn't always happen with non-fiction. Fiction makes one see and hear the characters so much better than non-fiction.

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  4. Another very interesting and informative post, Susan; thank you. My exposure to the Mitford sisters so far mainly consists of reading a couple of books by and about Deborah Mitford. I read those because I had heard about her love of chickens. Thanks to your post, I will get "The Pursuit of Love" from the library and go from there. While not particularly interested in the English aristocracy, I am fascinated by stories of life in Britain during and just after World War II. Still pining for snow, Leslie

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    1. Thanks, Leslie. The Dowager Duchess does love chickens, doesn't she? I hope you like the Pursuit of Love... I though it was delightful. And a hoot, as we say up here. We have lovely snow, now...but it's -18 with a windchill of -29...Celsius tonight:)

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  5. I've read a bit of the Mitford saga and wrote a paper in college about Oswald Mosley. Your post has inspired me to dive in again. Like you, I enjoyed Diary of a Provincial Lady and the other Delafield books. Thanks for this wonderful post!

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    1. You're welcome, Maggie. I was appalled by some of the shenanigans that Mosley got up to, at least as described by De Courcy in her book. He was such a jerk... and not just because of his antisemitism etc, but because everything in his life played second fiddle to his ego.

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  6. What a coincidence! I was referred to your blog via one of my followers (that makes me sound very vain, but I think you understand) as I posted on Nancy just yesterday. Her books are the perfect antidote to this time of year and I have read, re-read until my copies have collapsed. Delighted to find a fellow fan. Re Mosley. A complete mystery since he seemed to be vile in just about every aspect, including the physical if photos are anything to go by. But Diana could see no wrong. Hey ho for chemistry, is all I can surmise.

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  7. I find the Mitfords fascinating and would love to explore a few more rabbit holes on that theme. Sadly no time at present but enjoyed some new insights from your post. Iris

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  8. Never throw your lot in with Nazis/fascists, folks.

    ...Simple lesson, really.

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