With the publication of The Making of the African Queen in 1987, Katharine Hepburn proved that she can number writing among her many talents, and that her humor and intelligence, and the inimitable cadences of her voice translate vividly to the printed page. Now, with characteristic gusto and candor, she delivers her eagerly awaited memoir. 75 photographs.
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With the publication of The Making of the African Queen in 1987, Katharine Hepburn proved that she can number writing among her many talents, and that her humor and intelligence, and the inimitable cadences of her voice translate vividly to the printed page. Now, with characteristic gusto and candor, she delivers her eagerly awaited memoir. 75 photographs.
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Good. A copy that has been read, but remains in clean condition. All pages are solid. the cover is intact, but may show scuffs or light creases, as well as a possible rolled corner. The spine may show signs of wear. Pages may include limited notes and highlighting, The former owner may have written their name inside the front or back cover. COVER WILL VARY.
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Very good in fine dust jacket. small tear at top of pp.201/202. Sewn binding. Cloth over boards. 420 p. Contains: Illustrations. Audience: General/trade.
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Good. No dust jacket. tightly bound with bright clean text in lightly faded red boards. Sewn binding. Cloth over boards. 420 p. Contains: Illustrations. Audience: General/trade.
Now I know why we found her interesting - Katharine Hepburn: she is that rare writer who cares not for the balanced sentence, for the look of the words, for 'fluffing up' certain passages. The showers of evocative words, the outrageous punctuation, the honest recollections, all glow with her healthy ego, her original voice, her charisma. She seems to hold nothing back, trusting the reader to enter into her world with goodwill and the other half of a relationship. It is endearing the way she pays homage to all those whom she admires, first and foremost Spencer Tracy, then George Cukor, Ludlow Ogden Smith (Luddy, her first and only husband), L.. B. Mayer, David Lean, Phyllis Wilbourn, secretary/companion/friend, Leland Hayward; oh, and Robert Chatman, Gentleman truckdriver who stopped to change a tyre.
The chapters on Spencer Tracy are frank, witty and awe-inspiring in their closeness and love. The chapter on his death, taking us through the night he died, the awkwardness of his wife, Louise Treadwell arriving with his children, his brother and wife Dorothy (a little too abrasive and insensitive and put down nicely by Phyllis), is told in an honest, 'no-holds-barred' way, allowing the reader to be there, to share in the flinching, the grief, the love. It's the best piece of autobiographical writing probably this side of a decade. And all without bitterness and with elegance.
This book is difficult to put down and a joy to take up again - a just about perfect book of memoirs.
