Lesley Blanch
Edited by Georgia de Chamberet
Published by Virago, 15 January 2015,
hardback, £20.00
There
are two sorts of romantic: those who love, and those who love the adventure of
loving
–
Lesley Blanch
'Lesley
Blanch was not a school, a trend, or a fashion, but a true original'
-
Philip Mansel
Born in 1904, she died aged 103, having
gone from being a household name to a mysterious and neglected living
legend. She was writing her memoirs at
her death, beginning with her very odd Edwardian childhood. Her goddaughter, who was working with her at
the time, has now collected that piece and many others, some never published,
some published only in French; some letters, some Vogue articles to create On
the Wilder Shores of Love: Sketches from a Bohemian Life which captures the
essence of a rich and rewarding life spanning the twentieth century.
Lesley Blanch chose to 'escape the boredom of
convention' and having first worked as a theatre designer, she became Vogue's
features editor during World War II. In 1946 she left
Lesley Blanch is renowned for her
bestselling book The Wilder Shores of Love, which has been translated into over
a dozen languages. Her other works include Round the World in Eighty Dishes,
The Sabres of Paradise, Under a Lilac Bleeding Star, The Nine Tiger Man,
Journey into the Mind's Eye, Pavilions of the Heart and Pierre Loti: Portrait
of an Escapist. She was the editor of Harriette Wilson's Memoirs. She died in
2007.
Georgia de Chamberet was an editor at
Quartet Books before founding her own London-based literary agency, BookBlast
Ltd. Georgia is a committee member of English PEN's Writers in Translation
programme. She is Literary Executor for the Estate of Lesley Blanch and is
Lesley’s goddaughter.
@lesleyblanch
For further information please contact
Emily Burns, Publicity Manager, Virago, 020 7911 8086, emily.burns@littlebrown.co.uk
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On the Wilder
Shores of Love: a
Bohemian Life by Lesley Blanch, review: 'deliciously readable'
Lesley
Blanch’s writings reveal a woman who never ceased to be the star of her own life
By Jane Shilling9:00AM GMT 19 Jan 2015 / http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/bookreviews/11347881/On-the-Wilder-Shores-of-Love-a-Bohemian-Life-by-Lesley-Blanch-review.html
A common complaint among modern women is
that in our early 30s we stop being the stars of our own lives, relegated from
the spotlight to the chorus-line by the daily slog of grown-up
responsibilities. Anyone bemusedly wondering how that unglamorous demotion came
about will find a compelling role model in the author, journalist, artist and
traveller Lesley Blanch, who died in 2007, aged 103, having never for an
instant ceased to be the star of her own life.
If Blanch led a charmed life, it was one of
her own determined making. She was born in Chiswick to parents who were vaguely
perturbed by her arrival. “I don’t think we are quite used to you yet,” they
would sometimes remark. But from earliest childhood, she was captivated by the
notion of an exotic beyond: “I never remember a time when I was not obsessed by
a longing to travel, to reach some remote horizon,” she wrote.
Blanch trained as an artist at the Slade,
and worked as an illustrator and theatre designer. But it is for her writing,
especially The Wilder Shores of Love (1954), an impressionistic account of four
glamorous female travellers, that she is best remembered.
Blanch published 12 books on subjects as
various as the courtesan Harriette Wilson and imperialist Russian rule in
early-19th-century Georgia .
The sensibility she brought to her subjects was so distinctive that all her
writing was essentially autobiographical, but her only book-length memoir was
Journey into the Mind’s Eye, a highly scented account of distant travel and
lost love.
In her last years, Blanch began to write
about her Edwardian childhood, and also produced an account of her marriage to
the novelist Romain Gary, who left her for the actress Jean Seberg. These
substantial fragments of memoir, together with a selection of her travel
writing and journalism for Vogue magazine, have been assembled into an account
of her life by her god-daughter and friend Georgia de Chamberet.
Blanch’s great passions were travel, exotic
objects (preferably in combination – “travel heavy” was her motto), and a
mysterious figure, identified only as “The Traveller”. His real identity – he
was the Russian theatre director and designer Theodore Komisarjevsky – is
hidden in plain sight in Journey into the Mind’s Eye, and de Chamberet confirms
it: “I asked Lesley about Komisarjevsky the last time I saw her in 2007. She
answered: 'Peggy Ashcroft took him off me.’ ”
Komisarjevsky was a friend of Blanch’s
parents and a beloved visitor from her earliest childhood. His unpredictable appearances
brought a whiff of the steppes to suburban Chiswick, and his extraordinary
gifts, including a Fabergé egg, fuelled Blanch’s lifelong passion for singular
possessions.
When she was 17 and “The Traveller” was 39,
he invited her to Paris
and, under the eye of her inattentive chaperone, seduced her, to the intense
satisfaction of them both – while it lasted. That love affair left her with a
taste for dramatic, interesting, unreliable foreign lovers. (Shirley Conran
once asked her, by way of research, what it was like having an Arab lover, and
was briskly told to get her own.) Blanch was 40 when she married Gary, who
qualified on all counts, and her memoir of their marriage is a nicely
acidulated contrast to the crème Chantilly
narrative of Journey into the Mind’s Eye.
Observing that “like all good storytellers,
Lesley plundered her life and her passions and turned tragedy into beauty”, de
Chamberet compresses into a lengthy footnote the melancholy episode of Blanch’s
teenage pregnancy and the daughter given up for adoption to family friends:
“ 'I don’t want to dwell on it,’ she said with a closed, distant expression.”
For a generation raised on therapy and the
assiduous pursuit of emotional “truth”, there is something disconcerting about
the contrast between Blanch’s intensely sexy femininity and her quasi-masculine
ability to compartmentalise emotion. Sooner or later, no doubt, a formal
biography will dismantle the rococo stage set on which she chose to present
herself, to reveal a reality that is bleaker, but not necessarily closer to the
truth.
Blanch wrote that “learning how to deal
with pain is the most important thing in life”, and this volume, edited with
affection and grace by de Chamberet, is a deliciously readable monument to a
writer who combined a steely resilience and capacity for hard work with an
elegant frivolity and a voracious appetite for love, beauty and adventure.
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