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Price of Fame: The Honorable Clare Boothe Luce
 
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Price of Fame: The Honorable Clare Boothe Luce [Format Kindle]

Sylvia Jukes Morris

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Delayed Entrance

He who would accomplish anything must learn to limit himself.

—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Two dozen red roses and a contingent of Washington correspondents and photographers awaited the new Republican Congresswoman from Fairfield County, Connecticut, at Union Station on Monday, January 4, 1943. Clare Boothe Luce was by far the smartest, most famous, and most glamorous member of the House of Representatives—the last quality not much evident elsewhere in the wartime capital.

When the cars of her express emptied onto the windy platform, twenty-two minutes late, a United Press man noted perplexedly, “Mrs. Luce wasn’t on it.” Had Clare been coming only from New York, she might have chosen to take the next commuter special. But she was booked on the last leg of a journey from Los Angeles, where she had just finished a screenplay for 20th Century-Fox.

Aware that the thirty-nine-year-old Congresswoman had written four Broadway comedies—three of them hits and made into movies—the UP reporter suspected she might have pulled off an old theatrical trick, the incognito step from the wings, melting into the crowd in nondescript clothing. Also, as the wife of the publisher of Time, Life, and Fortune, Clare was media-savvy enough to know that the best way to attract press attention was to elude it. On a hunch, he called the swank Wardman Park Hotel, and asked to speak to Mrs. Henry Luce. A secretary answered, and professed not to know where her employer was.

Sure now that Clare had concealed her arrival, he complained that he and his colleagues were being given the brush-off. There followed a click as the secretary hung up.



Next morning, the elusive Representative called a press conference in her new quarters, suite 1631 on the sixth floor of the new House Office Building. Attendees were baffled as to how a freshman member of Congress had acquired such a coveted space, with its two entrances, ample reception hall, large office with private bathroom, and second office for three or more assistants, with enclosed “lavabo.”

Freshman or not, Clare knew how to operate on Capitol Hill. She was the stepdaughter of the late Representative Dr. Albert Elmer Austin, and had just won back the seat he had lost in 1940. She had often visited him in his cramped quarters in the old Cannon Building, and realized that they would not satisfy her fastidious standards. Throughout her life she had aimed for the best of everything, and usually gotten it. Hearing shortly after her election that a few suites were available, she had sent an aide to stand in line for this one, and beaten out seventy or so other applicants.

She arrived ten minutes late—another coup de théâtre—and faced a battery of flashbulbs and newsreel klieg lights. Her appearance touched off pandemonium. Photographers stood on tables and unpacked storage boxes, yelling for her attention: “Just one more shot, please.”

Female reporters seemed more irritated by Clare’s tardiness than their male colleagues, as well as envious of her stylish beauty. Cool, slender, and immaculately groomed for her “debut,” she wore a red wool-crepe dress with deep pockets, and daisy-patterned gold-and-diamond earrings. Black velvet bows nestled in her blonde hair, upswept and softly waved above the brow. Her extraordinary translucent skin and blue eyes, shimmering with intelligence, invariably captivated men, as did her outsize personality and charm. Much of her seductiveness—and success as a playwright—came from her wit. “The difference between an optimist and a pessimist,” she would drawl, in cultivated tones harking back to private school, “is that the pessimist is usually better informed.”

She began by apologizing for having sneaked away from Union Station the day before. Claiming to have been four days without a change of clothes, she said that she had exited the last car and rushed to her hotel to freshen up for an evening appointment. In any case, she had assumed reporters on the platform were waiting for some labor officials on the same train.

Even the most hardened Washington pressmen were beguiled. One was overheard saying that there was “no labor leader living who would interest him if Mrs. Luce were around.” A barrage of questions followed. What were her views on taxation, women’s rights, the war, and the GOP’s election chances next year?

“I hope to do what I can,” Clare said. “It might be little, or nothing, or much.” Not wanting to sound flip, she added that voters in her district were “interested in precisely the same things as other people—gasoline rationing among them.” Some issues she was not yet “up on.” But she had been an advocate of women’s rights for some twenty-five years now, and vowed to continue fighting for them. As for her party, the GOP, its priorities must be to defeat President Franklin Roosevelt in 1944, and to win the war.

Never one for false modesty, Clare stated that since she had spent many months of the past three years reporting from both the East and West battlefronts, she felt qualified for a spot on the Foreign Affairs Committee.

“Places on that committee are supposed to go to seasoned Congressmen,” a reporter reminded her. Clare realized she had let her ambition show, and said lamely that she would of course abide by House rules.

“When are you going to make your maiden speech?” a voice shouted.

“When I have something to say.”

At this point a lobbyist for a dried-milk company, who had managed to infiltrate the room, asked if she would vote in favor of his product. She replied with a straight face that as yet, she had taken no position on the desiccation of anything.

The bedlam increased. Newsmen scrambled over wires. Somebody kicked an electric socket, causing a loud explosion. The room grew increasingly airless, but with her customary sangfroid, Clare began talking about her three weeks in Hollywood. She said she had worked on a script about the birth of modern China, called The 400 Million. The Red scare in that overpopulated country had been on her mind when she visited a state-of-the-art steel mill, set not in a town but amid the orange groves of Fontana, California.

“Why can’t there be more of this kind of thing?” she asked. “If we can move the factories to the farms and give our people some land to live on, most of their troubles will disappear. . . . Communism does not thrive when people are satisfied and happy.” With a prod at the current administration, she asserted that “little people” deserved a better incentive to succeed in life “than they are likely to get from the New Deal.” Only capitalism was capable of satisfying the world’s material, spiritual, and cultural aspirations.

Thus, on her first full day in Washington, Representative Luce touched on vital themes that would preoccupy her for the next four years: equal rights, foreign affairs, and democracy versus authoritarianism. With only ten minutes left before the Republican caucus was due to begin, she edged toward the door.

“Are you going to hold regular press conferences?” a woman called out.

“I think not. In fact I know not. The answer is No. Period.”



Clare rose early on Wednesday. Before leaving for the Hill, she went to the Wardman Park beauty shop. In the manner of one used to giving orders, she asked the proprietor to telephone her maid or chauffeur and tell them to bring her some reading material. After several calls, and irritated promptings from the Congresswoman, a package was delivered. Other customers looked on intrigued as Clare ordered coffee and a rye crisp. When told that the café served only toast, she said she would take that. But when it appeared, she waved it away and demanded a proper breakfast from room service. Soon a waiter appeared with a loaded table. Evidently she could be, in the words of one of her profilers, “a lady with a whim of iron.”

The scene, duly reported in a Washington gossip column, could have come from The Women, Clare’s greatest Broadway success. Her script for that play, with its lacerating portraits of spoiled New York socialites in beauty and exercise salons, had given her a reputation for astringency. Few in the shop had ever seen such a fuss over food. Yet after the perfumed whirlwind had gone, they felt bereft, such was the force of her persona.



At noon, the 78th Congress of the United States convened. Clare again made a delayed entrance, this time from behind Speaker Sam Rayburn’s platform, and slipped into her assigned seventh-row seat, fifth from the right aisle. The six other women on the floor—five of them Republicans—were already in place, dressed uniformly in black, corsages being their only splash of color. Clare thought them all frumps, except for Margaret Chase Smith of Maine, an unassuming, effective politician whom she admired. The others were Edith Nourse Rogers of Massachusetts, an advocate of programs for veterans; Frances P. Bolton, a fluffy-haired two-termer from Ohio; and Jessie Sumner of Illinois, a prim isolationist. From New York came a slim lawyer, Winifred Stanley, six years younger than Clare but prematurely gray. The sole Democrat, senior to all of them, was New Jersey’s Mary T. Norton. Her party held a working majority of 222, compared with 209 Republicans, 3 Progressives, and 1 Labor member.

In contrast with her soberly clad peers, Clare dazzled in a custom-made, form fitting purple dress. Her black-and-blue-striped ascot matched her hair bows, clipped atop two golden coronet braids. Flat-heeled black shoes supported her regal five-foot-five frame. To observers in the visitors’ gallery, she looked like a leading lady, with her lustrous complexion, straight thick brows, discreetly remodeled nose, and pearly, slightly crooked teeth. Most enchanting of all were her ready smile and infectious laugh.

Other freshmen might have been awed by the presence of the President’s wife in the visitors’ gallery, but Clare was not. Some years earlier, Mrs. Roosevelt had seen her satire Kiss the Boys Goodbye, and publicly predicted that “Miss Boothe” would become a first-class playwright someday, “when the bitterness of the experiences which she has evidently had are completely out of her system.” She had invited Clare to visit the White House for a talk. “I think it would be pleasant for both of us.” Later, at the war’s onset, Clare had accompanied her husband to a private dinner with both Roosevelts. FDR had welcomed them as anti-isolationists and proponents of his Lend-Lease program, which made old American ships available to the embattled Royal Navy. He shared the anti-Nazi views that Time Inc. magazines had propounded many months before Pearl Harbor.

Few Congressmen looked happy that afternoon at having yet another woman invade their domain. On either side of the aisle, it was the most conservative House since the days of Herbert Hoover. However, the man to Clare’s right shook hands with her, and the one on her left engaged her in a lengthy conversation.

Not wanting to miss anything of the opening ceremony, she took out a white handerkerchief and polished a pair of horn-rimmed spectacles. She seemed nervous, removing and chewing the glasses, folding and refolding a pamphlet in her lap. From time to time, she rested a cheek on one hand. Her reply of “Present” to the roll call was scarcely audible.



Though much of Clare’s adult life could be seen as preparation for elective office, her origins were not auspicious. She had been born illegitimate in 1903, in an insalubrious part of New York City’s Upper West Side, to William Franklin Boothe, a gifted violinist and former piano executive, who had come down in the world, and was reluctantly working as a patent-medicine salesman. Women found the handsome, clever, and athletic “Billy” irresistible. Son of a Baptist clergyman, he had forsaken his moralistic upbringing and drifted into multiple liaisons and marriages. While still wedded to his second wife, he had met Anna Clara Schneider, a violet-eyed beauty less than half his age. The poor daughter of Bavarian Lutheran immigrants, she was no stranger to Manhattan saloons. In two successive years, 1902 and 1903, she had given her lover his only children, David Franklin and Ann Clare Boothe.

Clare had always found it hard to acknowledge, or even look into, the more obscure facts of her parents’ relationship. But apparently they never married. In 1907, William Boothe had taken his family first to Memphis and then to Nashville and Chicago, where he became a member of the Lyric Opera orchestra. But his musician’s salary had not satisfied the luxury-loving Anna, and in 1913 she had left him and returned East with her son and daughter. Clare had seen her father only once after that. He was to die estranged from his children in 1928, eking out a living as a violin teacher in Los Angeles.

As the self-restyled “Ann Snyder Boothe,” Clare’s mother had prospered in New York City from the largesse of lovers. The most generous of her gentleman callers was Joel Jacobs, a Jewish industrialist. He helped finance city apartments for her, as well as a summer house in Sound Beach, Connecticut, and paid the private school fees of both children. At age ten, in early evidence of theatrical talent, Clare had contributed to the family income by understudying Mary Pickford on Broadway, and two years later acted in an Edison silent movie, The Heart of a Waif.

In 1922, at age forty, Ann had married a Connecticut physician, Albert Elmer Austin—the future Congressman whose seat Clare now occupied. Dr. Austin was not wealthy, to his stepdaughter’s chagrin (“Mother always told me to marry for money, but she didn’t do it herself”). But Jacobs had become part of the Austin ménage, lavishing jewelry on Ann, escorting her to the racetracks, and playing pinochle with the doctor.

Clare, removed early from her father’s academic and cultural influences, had acquired much of Ann’s money mania, vampishness, and free attitude to sex. Some teenage trips to Europe had helped mitigate this dominance and nurture Clare’s intellectual curiosity. Chatting to traveling diplomats confirmed the precocious penchant for politics she had shown in debates at the Castle School in Tarrytown, New York. Flirting with a White Russian spy interested her in the Bolshevik Revolution, and sparked a lifelong passion for espionage. Collecting mementos of World War I on the battlefields of northern France helped her understand the importance of military preparedness. She experienced at first hand the devaluation of the currency in Weimar Germany, which taught her the importance of national solvency. Her aptitude for the theater was fed by avant-garde performances of Wedekind plays in Berlin. On one homebound crossing, she had impressed the Austrian producer Max Reinhardt, who seriously considered casting her in his extravaganza The Miracle. The role went to Rosamond Pinchot, but her friendship with Reinhardt endured.

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“Sylvia Juke Morris’s epic Price of Fame is a thrilling account of one of the twentieth century’s most intriguing and ambitious society figures. This second installment is every bit as compelling as the first. The life of Clare Boothe Luce illuminates the complex forces and fierce crosswinds behind the rise of the modern American woman.”Amanda Foreman, bestselling author of Georgiana: Duchess of Devonshire
 
“Delicious . . . In Price of Fame, the second volume of her stellar biography of Ann Clare Boothe Brokaw Luce (1903–87), Sylvia Jukes Morris takes up the story she began in Rage for Fame, published seventeen years ago. Both books are models of the biographer’s art—meticulously researched, sophisticated, fair-minded and compulsively readable.”Edward Kosner, The Wall Street Journal
 
“Clare Boothe Luce [was] one of the twentieth century’s most ambitious, unstoppable and undeniably ingenious characters. . . . This full, warts-and-all biography hauls her back into the limelight and does her full justice.”—Janet Maslin, The New York Times

Price of Fame continues the second half of [Clare Booth Luce’s] amazing story, clearly capturing the successes and pathos of a narcissist infused with shame and self-hate. . . . A running theme throughout Clare’s life is her shimmering sexuality—a lethal cocktail of luminosity, charm, intelligence and wit. . . . It is the author’s steady, sensitive handling of the material, told with humor and objectivity, that makes this biography so poignant and profound. The author’s skill at delving deep into sources was eventually rewarded by Clare herself, who confessed she felt closest to Ms. Morris ‘because you know everything.’ However, it is the late Librarian of Congress, Daniel Boorstin, who said it best: ‘How often does it happen,’ he asked, ‘this coming together of a great subject and an ideal biographer?’ That observation beautifully applies to Price of Fame, and it is nothing short of a triumph.”Marion Elizabeth Rodgers, The Washington Times

“Compelling . . . [a] brilliant biography . . . After finishing Price of Fame: The Honorable Clare Boothe Luce, few readers will find a term as dull as ‘The Honorable’ to be befitting so spirited a personage. ‘The Beguiling’ or ‘The Buoyant’ would be more like it—or maybe, for the woman who negotiated both the boards of Broadway and political office, ‘The Groundbreaking.’”Peter Tonguette, The Christian Science Monitor
 
“Fascinating . . . Clare Boothe Luce has a lot to answer for. As the grande dame of the Republican Party, she introduced Richard Nixon to Henry Kissinger at her 1967 Christmas cocktail party. As la belle dame sans merci of Manhattan’s smart set, she took whatever she wanted from life without regard to moral consequences. . . . Luce’s pathological need to invent and reinvent herself, her restless, acquisitive drive to conquer new worlds and her cascading calamities end up providing plenty of vivid material.”—Maureen Dowd, The New York Times Book Review
 
“Vivid . . . There’s a thrilling kind of energy in watching this ruthlessly self-made life take shape, an energy that is matched and reversed in Price of Fame, as celebrity just as ruthlessly takes its toll. . . . The biography offers a detailed picture of the evolution of U.S. politics and culture from World War II into the Reagan era. . . . In a culture where the rage for fame feels inescapable, [Price of Fame] might just help us to weigh its costs more accurately and count the blessings of obscurity.”—Joanna Scutts, The Washington Post

“Exhaustively detailed (and well-written) . . . In her youth, Clare Boothe Luce was a Depression-era Carrie Bradshaw, a go-getting, sexually freewheeling quipster who reveled in the hustle and bustle of Manhattan; by World War II, she had degenerated into a modern-day Cersei Lannister, entitled, power-hungry and morally hypocritical. This sea change is one of the more memorable aspects of Price of Fame. . . . Morris chose her title well. Clare paid a heavy price for her fame. Whether she lost her soul after gaining the world, undoubtedly she suffered amid the splendor.”—Ariel Gonzalez, The Miami Herald

“Moving . . . Beauty was an asset Clare Boothe Luce used to her political (and financial) advantage. But so, too, were the other characteristics summed up by Sylvia Jukes Morris in this second and final part of her exhaustive biography of one of the most remarkable women of twentieth-century America: ‘charm, humour, coquetry, intellect, ambition.’ . . . [Morris] had unparalleled access to her subject before Luce’s death in 1987 and to her papers (all 460,000 of them) in the Library of Congress. The result is a portrait of a woman gifted with intelligence and drive, but marred by narcissism and scarred by a constant sense of loneliness.”The Economist

“Raised by her mother to manipulate men and compete with women, Luce was fundamentally cold. Lovers were chosen for their looks or status; admirers were welcomed so long as they remained entirely admiring. . . . Narcissism, the need for an audience, and a willingness to use people are hardly uncommon traits in politicians, and it’s to Luce’s credit that she had enough empathy for others to be a staunch, early advocate of independence for European colonies abroad and full civil rights for African-Americans at home, positions not generally held by those who shared her hardline anticommunist views. . . . Morris’s cool portrait is eminently fair, depicting Luce’s faults and fine points with equal detachment.”—Wendy Smith, The Daily Beast

“Morris’s shrewd portrait shows a woman of extraordinary contrasts: a celebrated beauty and wit who inspired giddy love letters from generals; a sharp thinker and writer. . . . Morris, who once lived with Luce and had access to her diaries, evokes her subject’s charisma without unduly succumbing to it; she presents a clear-eyed assessment of Luce’s strong, egotistical personality that does full justice to this fascinating icon.”Publishers Weekly
 
“By the time she was 40, Clare Boothe Luce (1903–1987) had been an actress, Broadway playwright, war correspondent, managing editor of Vanity Fair and Republican congresswoman from Connecticut. . . . Blonde, beautiful and glamorous (Morris includes details about Luce’s sumptuous wardrobe at every occasion), she took many lovers, with a special preference for men in uniform. . . . Desperately, she needed to be the center of attention. . . . Morris perceptively reveals the nightmare in this evenhanded and intimate portrait.”Kirkus Reviews

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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Beautiful, witty, rich -- and unhappy 28 juin 2014
Par jem - Publié sur Amazon.com
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She was beautiful, witty, rich -- and unhappy. Very few women of the twentieth century had as diversified and successful list of accomplishments -- actress, playwright, journalist, editor, war correspondent, courtesan, wife, mother, Congresswoman, Ambassador, author, socialite, and collector of the rich and famous.

This well researched second volume of Morris's biography of Clare Boothe Luce reveals the tawdry details of her illegitimate birth and insecure childhood as well as her contentious marriage and many affairs, but throughout maintains a positive and admiring vision of Luce. It focuses on her public accomplishments -- beginning with her 1942 election to Congress. It would be difficult to argue against the author's suggestion that in another time Luce might well have become the first woman President, but it would be equally difficult to argue that as such she would have made a positive contribution to US history.

She was a complicated woman of many talents and many faults. Luce, herself, felt she had not been successful and consistently sought reassurance in the awards and recognition she received. Her intelligence and early career as a journalist led her to read deeply in subjects as diverse as religion and military history. Marriage to two multi-millionaires provided economic security and social power. She became an award winning playwright, a credible amateur painter, and enthusiastic deep sea diver but such diversity left her feeling she failed to leave a mark in any field. Perhaps her greatest success was as Ambassador to post-World-War II Italy where her intellect, personal charm and wealth made a formidable impression. This biography does her justice as a woman who evoked admiration, envy, and even fear, but never the deep abiding love she craved.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Far Better Than Expected 18 juin 2014
Par G.I Gurdjieff - Publié sur Amazon.com
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When dipping back in time and recounting the life of a popular and influential public figure, I often wonder if there is anything left to be said. Just as often, I read a book like this one and realize there is quite often a lot that has not been said.
Price of Fame starts out promisingly and hooked me within the first four pages. Working off the premise that Luce was born into a life of near poverty, living in tenements, and illegitimacy that was part of the author's first book about Luce, I found a definite disconnect as I thought about the woman who conjured up the successful play The Women that would hit the silver screen in several incarnations. Inconsistencies existed in the first book that I found very frustrating. In this book, some of the issues were resolved as the story advanced in time and Clare Booth Luce became a better integrated personality to at least this reader.
Though I definitely think the author played up the drama in Luce's life which included instability, an unhappy marriage, love affairs with prominent men, chance meetings with people who would go on to prominence themselves, and eccentric family members that had the potential to mar her public image, this book is one juicy read that should not ignored. Underlying a history which included a long yet somewhat troubled marriage to influential publisher/journalist Henry Luce and a career in public service, CBL's story is one of survival and the price of one pays for the trappings of success. Detailed and far deeper than I has assumed at first glance this book parallels an American century where media attains greater prominence and influenced the way people think. This book is factual and cleverly written and just begs to be read.
The only reason I didn't give it 5* is that some characters and developments in the book didn't seem as fully developed
as they might have been. Still this is one extremely interesting book that does a fairly good job tying together a youth CBL to the dynamo she became.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Clare Booth Luce was an intriguing combination of beauty and brains as she is objectively portrayed in this great biography! 1 juillet 2014
Par C. M Mills - Publié sur Amazon.com
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Clare Booth Luce was born in New York City in 1903. Clare's father was a violinist who left his struggling family. Lacking a college education did not hold the ambitious Miss Booth back from achieving many worthwhile life goals. CBL's ascent is covered in Jukes first volume of this two volume biography "A Rage for Fame." In ":Price of Fame": Jukes covers Clare Booth Luce's mature years. What a woman this was!
Consider some of Clare Booth Luce's many accomplishments
a. She married Henry Luce who was the editor and owner of Time Magazine. Luce was a philanderer and had several affairs; the most notable one was Lady Jean Campbell the granddaughter of Lord Max Beaverbrook. Campbell later married novelist Norman Mailer. Clare also had countless affairs with men involved in military affairs, finance, composing and psychiatry.
b. Clare served as an effective United States Ambassador to Italy during the first Eisenhower administration (1952-56) She refused to serve as the United States Ambassador to Brazil due to a scathing attack on her by United States Senator Wayne Morris D-Oregon. Mrs. Luce helped to resolve the thorny dispute between Tito's Yugoslavia and Italy over the ownership of Trieste.
c.Mrs..Luce served as a two term congresswoman representing Connecticut during the 1940s. She was an opponent of the New Deal. She grew bored with life in the House of Representatives. She traveled widely as a reporter to the European Theatre of War where she witnessed the horror of the Nazi extermination camps; visited the wounded; had affairs with generals and was shot at by the enemy.
d. Mrs. Luce supported civil rights for African-Americans and women. She and Eleanor Roosevelt were the two most admired women in America. Clare Booth Luce was known for her stylish and expensive wardrobe. When she died in 1987 Mrs. Luce left a fortune behind of over thirty million dollars.
e. Mrs. Luce was an excellent playwright penning ":The Women" in 1936 which was successfully filmed by MGM.
f. Luce was a famous convert to Roman Catholicism being won to Christ by the famous Fulton J. Sheen. Clare had been in suicidal despair over the loss of Ann her only child by her first marriage to Mr. Brokaw. Ann was a Stanford student who died in a freakish car accident in 1943.
g. Luce could be witty and also cruel with her clever use of the King's English. Many found her standoffish and haughty.
h. Luce was a tough cookie but was also a romantic who had many love affairs. She threatened to kill herself when she learned of her husband's infidelity. The Luces never divorced.
I. Clare was a conservative Republican in her last years becoming friends with William F. Buckley.
j. Clare loved to scuba dive, paint and write. Mrs. Luce was a fine public speaker not adverse to bitter attacks on her political enemies from Wayne Morse to FDR to Dean Acheson.
Love or loath her this was a great American woman and patriot who despised communism and loved God. Kudos to Sylvia Jukes Morris for this well researched, illustrated and written biography of a complex thinker and doer!
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Terrific companion to Volume 1 - Rage for Fame 14 juillet 2014
Par K. Perez - Publié sur Amazon.com
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After reading Liz Smith's review of this second and latest volume on the incredible life of Clare Boothe Luce, I first borrowed Rage for Fame from my local library and left for a two week camping vacation. I devoured volume one, and downloaded Price of Fame sitting in a parking lot for internet access! So glad I did- this volume does justice to the WW II escapades of CBL, while at the same time giving me insight to my father's army experiences in Africa and Italy. The author dishes out gossipy tidbits, all well researched with copious notes in the back. This read, alongside the companion volume allowed me to learn intimately about a name I had heard all during my childhood years... Now I have the back story about a woman who worked to live to the fullest in a man's world. Wonderful summer read for those who prefer non- fiction and biography.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Best bio I have read in a long time 14 juillet 2014
Par Mary Ann Lynch - Publié sur Amazon.com
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Best bio I have read in a long time. CBL was one of the most interesting, accomplished, and talented woman in all of American history, and the biographer does her subject justice.I just hated to finish this book - a story about a woman who had everything, lost all that mattered to her, and yet soldiered on. Well written and well researched! Read Rage for Fame first.
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