Monday, March 04, 2013

Daphne du Maurier and Her Sisters by Jane Dunn – review

This rather laboured life of Daphne du Maurier and her sisters could have done with a good edit
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Muriel Beaumont with her daughters (l-r) Jeanne, Angela and Daphne du Maurier.

Jane Dunn's biography of Daphne du Maurier (aka "Bing") and her sisters, Angela ("Piffy") and Jeanne ("Bird"), arrived on my desk trailing mystery and excitement. Its campy subtitle, after all, refers to "hidden" lives. Hidden. For biographers and their publishers, this is such a tempting word, hinting discreetly at secrets, lies and – in this instance – sibling rivalry of a particularly sticky, stabby kind. The momentarily thrilling thought occurred that Margaret Forster's 1993 biography of Daphne (it was Forster who revealed the novelist's complicated sexuality, and her obsessions both with Ellen Doubleday, the wife of her American publishers, and Gertrude Lawrence, the actress) might finally have a rival.

But, no. She is safe for now. Dunn has nothing much that is new to say about Daphne. This version of the writer is just as introverted and as selfish as the last, and the broad narrative of her life will be familiar to fans: the obsession with a Cornish house called Menabilly; the mostly unhappy marriage to the soldier and war hero, Tommy "Boy" Browning; the neglect of her daughters; the incredible success of her strange and seductive novels.
Given her extraordinary fame – Neville Chamberlain was reading Rebecca when he flew to Munich to meet Hitler in 1939 – it goes without saying that her sisters lived in her shadow. Angela, the eldest of the three, wrote some bad novels and some slightly better memoirs. Jeanne, the youngest, was a second-rate painter on the fringes of the St Ives school. Both were lesbians. Were the three of them deadly enemies? No. Daphne failed to show up to Jeanne's first exhibition, and was unable to bring herself to praise Angela's creaky melodramas (white lies, you gather, were not exactly Daphne's thing). But her siblings seem not to have cared overmuch. Jeanne ploughed her own furrow – quite literally during the war, when she took up market gardening. Poor old Angela, who called her autobiography It's Only the Sister, found Daphne's novels utterly thrilling, and told her so. They died – Angela was the last to go, in 2002 – as friends.

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