{"product_id":"the-letters-of-noel-coward-isbn-9780307391001","title":"The Letters of Noel Coward","description":"\u003cb\u003eLavishly illustrated and annotated, this first and definitive collection of letters  to and from the great English playwright provides a divine portrait of an age, from the Blitz to the Ritz  and beyond.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Superb.... The portrait of a complex, charming, driven, serious and, frankly, courageous artist.\" —\u003ci\u003eThe Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The incomparable Noël Coward loved to correspond with friends, enemies,  the famous and infamous, the talented and the powerful, including Virginia Woolf,  Winston Churchill, Greta Garbo, Laurence Olivier, Katharine Hepburn, Marlene Dietrich,  Lawrence of Arabia, Somerset Maugham, and many more. Granted unlimited access to  the Coward archive, Barry Day presents many never-published letters and has unearthed  new, startling evidence of Coward's wartime work as a spy. Along with 191 rare photographs,  these letters bring to life the people and events that shaped the twentieth century—and  a remarkable man who made his own indelible mark at the heart of it.\"Not your usual epistolary collection.... Day has woven Coward's letters into  a beautifully rounded text that reads more like a life portrait.\"\u003cbr\u003e —\u003ci\u003eLos Angeles Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Glitters with the multi-gifted playwright's claws-out bitchiness, tremendous charm,  and creative genius.... His letters are absolute knockouts.\"\u003cbr\u003e —\u003ci\u003eVanity Fair\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Superb.... The portrait of a complex, charming, driven, serious and, frankly, courageous  artist.... History of the most valuable kind.\"\u003cbr\u003e —\u003ci\u003eThe Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003eBARRY DAY is a Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts (FRSA) and a trustee of the Noël  Coward Foundation. In addition to his seven previous books on Noël Coward, he has  written about Dorothy Parker, Oscar Wilde, Johnny Mercer, and Rodgers \u0026amp; Hart. Day  was awarded the OBE (Order of the British Empire) \"for services to British culture  in the United States.\"\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003eINTERMISSION\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eGERTRUDE LAWRENCE: “A STAR DANCED”\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eA star danced . . . and under it you were born.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE MESSAGE DELIVERED BY A FORTUNE-TELLING MACHINE IN BRIGHTON TO THE YOUNG GERTRUDE LAWRENCE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe three most important women in Noël’s life were undoubtedly his mother, Violet (who gave him his drive), Esmé Wynne (who inspired him to write), and Gertrude Lawrence (who was often his Muse and always his perfect complement as an actor). Noël and Gertie first met in 1913 on the train to Liverpool. With ten other children, they had been hired by director\/producer Basil Dean to appear for a three-week run of Hauptmann’s \u003ci\u003eHannele. \u003c\/i\u003eShe was, Noël recalled, “a vivacious child with ringlets . . . her face was far from pretty, but tremendously alive . . . She confided to me that her name was Gertrude Lawrence, but that I was to call her Gert because everyone else did . . . I loved her from then onwards.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt would be ten years before they performed together again–in his 1923 revue for producer André Charlot, \u003ci\u003eLondon Calling!–\u003c\/i\u003eand then only briefly. She introduced the song “Parisian Pierrot,” which Cecil Beaton considered “the signature tune of the . . . 1920s.” The show seemed set for a long run when, to Noël’s horror, Charlot decided to put together a compilation of highlights from several of his previous revues and take it to Broadway as \u003ci\u003eAndré Charlot’s Revue of 1924. \u003c\/i\u003eThe stars were to be Jack Buchanan, Beatrice Lillie (whom Gertie had several times understudied), and Gertrude Lawrence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDissolve to 1929 . . . Both of them are well-established now in their own right. Leaving revue behind her, Gertie opens in a straight play, \u003ci\u003eCandle Light. \u003c\/i\u003eNoël sends her one of what would be a string of teasing cables:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“LEGITIMATE AT LAST WON’T MOTHER BE PLEASED?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen, that same year, on a tour of the Far East, Noël found himself waiting in the Imperial Hotel, Tokyo, for his friend and traveling companion, Jeffrey Amherst. On the night before Jeffrey was due to arrive, Noël went to bed early, but as soon as he had turned off the light, the idea for \u003ci\u003ePrivate Lives \u003c\/i\u003ecame to him. By the turn of the year he was in Shanghai and, when a bout of fever confined him to bed at the Cathay Hotel, he used the time to actually \u003ci\u003ewrite \u003c\/i\u003ethe play.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat turned out to be the easy part. The hard part was pinning down Gertie’s butterfly mind. Noël cabled her immediately he put his pen down:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“HAVE WRITTEN DELIGHTFUL NEW COMEDY STOP GOOD PART FOR YOU STOP WONDERFUL ONE FOR ME STOP KEEP YOURSELF FREE FOR AUTUMN PRODUCTION.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe then sent her a copy and she replied:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“HAVE READ NEW PLAY STOP NOTHING WRONG THAT CAN’T BE FIXED STOP GERTIE”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“THE ONLY THING THAT WILL NEED TO BE FIXED IS YOUR PERFORMANCE STOP NOEL”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere then followed an avalanche of cables in which confusion soon became worse confounded. She’d committed herself to André Charlot for a new revue. Could they open in the following January instead of this September? Why didn’t Noël appear in the revue with her to fill in the time? Why didn’t Noël cable and ask Charlot to release her from the contract? Well, actually it wasn’t so much of a \u003ci\u003econtract \u003c\/i\u003eas a moral obligation . . . Come to think of it, it probably \u003ci\u003ewas \u003c\/i\u003ea contract of a sort and her lawyers were trying to get her out of it . . . She’d rather do \u003ci\u003ePrivate Lives \u003c\/i\u003ethan anything. . . No, she couldn’t do it at all . . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNoël had finally had enough. When–forty pounds’ worth of telegrams later–she finally remembered to give him her cable address, he wired her that he now planned to do the play with someone else anyway. He heard nothing more until he arrived back in England in May, by which time Gertie’s lawyer, the redoubtable Fanny Holtzmann, had pried her free of the Charlot contract.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“La Capponcina\u003cbr\u003eCap d’Ail\u003cbr\u003eAlpes Maritimes\u003cbr\u003eThursday or Friday?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDarling!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAm I wrong or did I hear you mention something about a play we were going to do in London first then in America after?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePlease let me know, because at present me ’ouse is full as a pig– and I would like to do something about putting up with you–sorry–I mean–well, you know–should you wish to visit me here to discuss ways and means.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLove Gert”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Dear Miss Lawrence,\u003cbr\u003eWith regard to your illiterate scrawl of 14th inst., Mr. Coward asks me to say that there was talk of you playing a small part in a play of his on condition that you tour and find your own clothes (same to be of reasonable quality) and understudy Jessie Matthews whom you have always imitated. [In fact, it was Matthews who had understudied and carbon-copied Gertie in the New York production of the 1924 \u003ci\u003eCharlot Revue.\u003c\/i\u003e] Mr. Coward will be visiting some rather important people in the South of France in mid-July and he will appear at Cap d’Ail [the location of Edward Molyneux’s house, which Gertie was renting], whether you like it or not, with Mr. Wilson, on the 20th. If by chance there is no room in the rather squalid lodgings you have taken, would you be so kind as to engage several suites for Mr. W [Jack Wilson] and Mr. C [Noël] at the Hotel Mont Fleury, which will enable same Mr. W and Mr. C. to have every conceivable meal with you and use all your toilets for their own advantage. Several complicated contracts are being sent to you by Mr. C. on the terms you agreed upon–i.e., £6.10s. a week and understudy.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith \u003ci\u003ePrivate Lives, \u003c\/i\u003e“Noël and Gertie” were to become a single entity in the public mind, creating an impression that–like the Lunts–they invariably acted together. In point of fact, they co-starred in only three original productions, of which \u003ci\u003ePrivate Lives \u003c\/i\u003ewas the second and the one that defined the partnership.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eElyot Chase and Amanda Prynne are a divorced couple who meet up at the same hotel in Deauville while each is on honeymoon with a second spouse, only to discover that they are fated to be together, no matter the emotional cost to themselves or the people around them. The fictional relationship in many respects mirrored the real-life relationship between Noël and Gertie, two people deeply fond of each other but constantly bickering and testing the limits of that friendship in the certain knowledge that it is unbreakable.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNoël was both challenged and frustrated by Gertie’s mercurial nature, quite opposite but somehow complementary to his own more ordered approach.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“On stage,” he wrote a few years later, “she is potentially capable of anything and everything. She can be gay, sad, witty, tragic, funny and touching. . . She has, in abundance, every theatrical essential but one; critical faculty . . . But for this tantalizing lack of discrimination she could, I believe, be the greatest actress alive in the theatre today.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e•\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn October 13, 1931, \u003ci\u003eCavalcade \u003c\/i\u003eopened at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, and Gertie was in the first-night audience.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Theatre Royal\u003cbr\u003eHaymarket\u003cbr\u003eS.W.1.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNoël, my darling,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHere I am down on my knees to you in humble admiration and complete adoration.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI didn’t wire you last night because I felt too \u003ci\u003enear \u003c\/i\u003eyou to mix my stupid pence worth of good wishes with those many who couldn’t have been feeling as deeply as I was; but please believe me when I tell you that I spent the whole evening from eight ’til eleven with my hand tightly clasped in yours\u003ci\u003e–anything \u003c\/i\u003ejust to feel that I might perhaps be of some subconscious support to you. As you say it’s “pretty exciting to be English”. But also it’s pretty exciting to love you as I do!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt’s horrid how I miss you but deep down it’s rather grand; though not awfully satisfying!!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis you may be surprised to see is from\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Ole Gert””\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Dear old Gert,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAmong all the outpourings from the great and the good and the Would-Be-Goods (as my beloved E. Nesbit might put it) nothing pleased me more than your barely decipherable scrawl!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou know me well enough to know that when I stammered about it being pretty exciting to be English, I meant every naïve word. We’re a strange race and we persist in getting a lot of things wrong but we do have our hearts in the right place–and that’s what matters.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen I looked down at the stage–and when I’d got over worrying about what \u003ci\u003eelse \u003c\/i\u003emight go wrong with the mechanics–a great many things went through my mind and you were in so many of them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI could see you on that stage at the Phoenix standing there in that damned deceptive moonlight night after night and I would make my entrance, never knowing which Gertie I would find on any particular evening. You do know, my darling, that you are a chameleon–an elegant one but still a chameleon. You never play a part the same way two nights running but it certainly keeps whoever you’re playing with–in this case your author–on his tippy tip toes. And I must also admit–it’s pretty exciting to be playing opposite Miss Gertrud Dagmar Lawrence-Klasen and I can’t wait until the next time. And I can just hear you saying–“Well, darling, that’s up to you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI also found myself thinking back to that \u003ci\u003efirst \u003c\/i\u003etime we played together. Do you remember Liverpool, Manchester and that tedious German play Basil was so keen on? And when we two budding thespians stuffed ourselves with peppermints and the curtain rose on the sight of two little angels being spectacularly sick! I do believe, my darling, we can do better than that and I shall endeavour to see that we do without too much further ado–and no error.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGod bless you and keep you, Mother Macree!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e•\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReflecting on her in the mid-1930s–just before \u003ci\u003eTonight at 8:30–\u003c\/i\u003eNoël mused on her complexity:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I see her now, ages away from her ringlets and black velvet military cap, sometimes a simple, wide-eyed child, sometimes a glamorous \u003ci\u003efemme du monde, \u003c\/i\u003eat some moments a rather boisterous “good sort”, at others a weary, disillusioned woman battered by life but gallant to the last. There are many other grades also between these extremes. She appropriated beauty to herself quite early, along with all the tricks and mannerisms that go with it. In adolescence she was barely pretty. Now, without apparent effort, she gives the impression of sheer loveliness. Her grace in movement is exquisite, and her voice charming. To disentangle Gertie herself from this mutability is baffling, rather like delving for your grandmother’s gold locket at the bottom of an overflowing jewel-case.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt’s a little misleading to say that Noël and Gertie played together only three times. Their next joint venture, the 1936 \u003ci\u003eTonight at 8:30, \u003c\/i\u003ewas, in reality, nine one-act plays–ten, if one counts \u003ci\u003eStar Chamber, \u003c\/i\u003ewhich played only once at a matinée. In each they played pairs of entirely different characters, a theatrical \u003ci\u003etour de force \u003c\/i\u003ethat, significantly, has never since been emulated by another couple. Almost certainly a wise decision, since to do so would invite comparison with performances that have passed into legend and can now never be adequately assessed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne of the plays was \u003ci\u003eHands Across the Sea, \u003c\/i\u003ea thinly veiled parody of the superficial social life of the Mountbattens. It’s impossible to know at this point in which direction Gertie erred in her portrayal of Lady Maureen “Piggie” Gilpin (Edwina Mountbatten), but it was sufficient to cause Noël in February 1936 to cable Jack–who was even then planning the subsequent American production:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“EVERYTHING LOVELY STOP CRACKING ROW WITH GERTIE OVER HANDS ACROSS THE SEA LASTING SEVEN MINUTES STOP HER PERFORMANCE EXQUISITE EVER SINCE.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn March:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“VERY SORRY FIND MY ENGAGEMENTS WILL NOT PERMIT ME APPEAR UNDER YOUR BANNER IN AMERICA UNLESS I GET A FURTHER 58 PERCENT OF THE GROSS FOR ARDUOUS TASK RESTRAINING MISS LAWRENCE FROM BEING GROCK BEATRICE LILLIE THEDA BARA MARY PICKFORD AND BERT LAHR ALL AT ONCE.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Mountbattens, incidentally, saw the play and never realized that\u003cbr\u003ethey were its subjects. As late as 1968 Mountbatten is writing to Noël:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Broadlands\u003cbr\u003eRomsey\u003cbr\u003eHampshire\u003cbr\u003e15th October 1968\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy dear Noël,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn going through my library I have just come across a copy inscribed by you of your plays \u003ci\u003eTonight at 8:30.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLooking through them I suddenly remembered that you had told Edwina and me that \u003ci\u003eHands Across the Sea \u003c\/i\u003ewas a skit on ourselves, and on reading it this seems only too probable.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCan you confirm that it was written with malice aforethought, or did it just turn into a Naval couple because you had so many Naval friends? Did you play Commander Gilpin and did Gertie play Lady Maureen, “Piggie”?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e•\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere is evidence in his notebooks that Noël at least contemplated another play (\u003ci\u003eTidewater\u003c\/i\u003e) for himself and Gertie both in the late 1930s and probably soon after \u003ci\u003eTonight at 8:30, \u003c\/i\u003esince his tentative casting notes include a number of the actors who had appeared with them in that. It would also seem that he was contemplating a play-within-a-play or “dream sequence” format, since all the principal characters double as historical characters of the Mary, Queen of Scots, period. Noël would have played Cedric Massingham (and Bothwell), while Gertie was to have been Loretta Gray (and Mary Stuart).\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e•\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNoël and Gertie were never to appear together again on the Broadway or West End stage. When \u003ci\u003eTonight \u003c\/i\u003ewas revived in 1947, Noël stood in for an indisposed Graham Payn for one matinée in San Francisco. That was their nostalgic coda. Graham’s understudy “was a very very small Jewish gentleman who could neither act, dance, nor sing,” so at the following day’s matinée, “I popped on at an hour’s notice and there was a great fuss and fume. I really did it for Gertie’s sake. I couldn’t let her act with that horror again.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTheir careers proceeded in successful parallel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGertie spent most of her time in America, and on July 4, 1940, she married Richard Aldrich, a scion of one of America’s many prestigious families and owner of the Cape Playhouse in Maine. The new “Mrs. A” would devote a good deal of her professional time to the playhouse in the years ahead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn her wedding day a predictable Coward cable arrived:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“DEAR MRS A HOORAY HOORAY AT LAST YOU ARE DEFLOWERED STOP ON THIS AS ANY OTHER DAY I LOVE YOU STOP NOEL COWARD.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo which Gertie replied:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“DEAR MR. C YOU KNOW ME MY PARTS I OVERACT ‘EM STOP AS FOR THE FLOWERS I’VE SEARCHED FOR HOURS STOP DOROTHY [her maid] MUST HAVE PACKED ‘EM.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSoon after, producer Moss Hart was negotiating with Lawrence to play the lead in the \u003ci\u003eavant-garde \u003c\/i\u003eKurt Weill—Ira Gershwin musical \u003ci\u003eLady in the Dark. \u003c\/i\u003eOnce again this lady dithered, and it was Noël who firmly steered her toward doing something he knew would reestablish her Broadway reputation. On the opening night he sent her another cable:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“HOPE YOU GET A WARM HAND ON YOUR OPENING.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe show was a critical and commercial success–though not with everyone. On October 25, 1941, Lynn Fontanne wrote to Noël:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I also saw Gertie and I hate to seem such a sour puss, but because you know that I am really not, I shall confess that it was the longest and worst acted part that I have ever seen in my life. Alfred did not go with me but was waiting in the car when I came out. He asked me what it was like and all I could think of was, “But, Alfred, she \u003ci\u003estinks.\u003c\/i\u003e” It’s not one of my expressions, but I could think of nothing else. I was really very amazed, as I had heard you tell about these performances which she throws from time to time and realized that I had never quite believed you. But I do, darling, oh how I do now. Apparently this is not a once in a while performance either, as I hear she is pretty much the same all the time. I wasn’t very crazy about the whole show, to be exact. What is happening to me? Am I getting to be an old bitch? I do hope not. Her “Jenny” song was \u003ci\u003ewonderful \u003c\/i\u003ebut after all, there’s the whole show to be gone through!”","brand":"Vintage","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300207317221,"sku":"NP9780307391001","price":26.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780307391001.jpg?v=1767740213","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/the-letters-of-noel-coward-isbn-9780307391001","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}