|All is quiet on Park Avenue. 3:00 PM. Photo: JH.|
|Thursday, December 27, 2018. Grey and cold, yesterday in New York with temps running up to mid-40s midday and back to the 30s at night. It’s not an interesting forecast to this kid brought up with New England winters which defined this time of years, especially this holiday week and weekend. Easier for walking the dogs, however. And the weatherman says it’s going to get warmer and rain a lot over the weekend.
This is a kind of vacation week for many New Yorkers, and so it is for us here at the NYSD. However, today we are re-printing a book review by our friend Head Butler’s Jesse Kornbluth. It is a biography of Susan Mary Alsop. We were inspired by Mitch Owens “appreciation” of Oatsie Charles in yesterday’s NYSD, that Susan Mary’s story would be compatible. Susan Mary was also one of those grande dames, those ladies of another pre-women’s liberation era who asserted themselves anyway.
JH, in putting today’s edition together discovered a review I wrote of a book about Susan Mary written by her son William Patten Jr. which was published on these pages ten years ago. Whereas Oatsie Charles was a girl from the South, Susan Mary (who was born the same year) was a girl from the North with a lineage dating back to the beginning of the republic and our founders. Both women lived a good part of their adult lives in Washington in the heyday of the Democrats’ turn in the '60s, '70s, and '80s. No doubt they knew each other, or perhaps were even good friends. Although Susan Mary loved the international social scene. A lot.
She was married to a man named William Patten after whom the author was named. When the author was in his early forties, however, he was startled to learn from his mother that his biological father was a man named Duff Cooper, an historically prominent British diplomat, with whom Susan Mary had had an affair when he was the British Ambassador to Paris.
The third father in the title’s reference is Joseph Alsop, the Washington journalist and pundit who was closely connected to Jack Kennedy when he was President. Joe Alsop had also been a Harvard classmate of “father” Bill Patten. When Patten died, Susan Mary, married Joe Alsop. It was old friends joining together.
Joe Alsop was also homosexual, which was not exactly a secret but also not talked about in polite company. And “polite” was the only company they talked about. This evidently was not an issue as the two shared many of the same interests in people and politics. Their house (his house) in Georgetown was a famous destination for the socially and politically select.
I met Susan Mary back in the mid-1990s in Northeast Harbor, Maine when, as a houseguest of mutual friends, I was invited for dinner. I’d often heard about her. The reputation which preceded was that of a clever, smart, witty woman who was very knowledgeable about politics and foreign affairs. She’d written a couple of books as well as certain high profile magazine pieces.
|Young Bill Patten (Sr.) surrounded by (l. to r.) Marietta Tree, Nan Crocker, and Susan Mary Jay, 1936.|
|Son and "Father' at Versailles, 1951.|
|On meeting, I was surprised to meet a tiny, birdlike, frail character who was very much the New England grande dame, exceedingly simple and plain in her dress (like her house which overlooked the harbor, which was previously owned by her parents). The charisma that I had imagined was elusive. She did not look well and I’d already heard references to her “terrible illness.” Nevertheless, her presence added to that “charisma” to her friends. She was stalwart and not about to stop.
Her son’s portrait of this woman is very frank, yet gentle. She was obviously not a warm and cuddly mother. In fact, she sounds cold and remote. Reading about her I was reminded of other mothers of that generation that I have known, including my own.
|Churchill with Duff Cooper at Ditchley where Churchill stayed on weekends during the War.|
|These were people who wrote letters to express their sentiments, their opinions, their feelings and their passions. In many cases those are the only documents of the soul that dwelled in those times. They saw America grow up into the 20th Century and they grew up with it.
There was a sense of decorum about all this, and it was acted out in a matter of manners, comedy or otherwise. The followed the rules. They played by the rules, and everyone knew them. The cleverer ones played on their own terms, for their own reasons, but always under the guise of the rules.
|Duff Cooper and Susan Mary Patten at the Volpi Ball in Venice, 1951.|
|The Susan Mary in Mr. Patten’s memoir is chic and sophisticated. She lived after the Second World War (with her husband and children – including a daughter Anne) in Paris and Washington, who moved easily and quickly through the villages of New York and Boston. On meeting that summer’s early evening in Northeast Harbor, I had no idea this woman was a “mother,” as naïve as that sounds.
She was formidable, and remote in that way easily attributable to New Englanders. She was friendly, but reserved. Many of the men and women at the table that night were very old friends, or relatives of very old friends. She held forth quietly but not meekly.
|Susan Mary and Joe Alsop on their wedding day at the All Saints Protestant Episcopal Church in Chevy Chase, Maryland, February 16, 1961.|
|Mr. Patten’s book casts a far different light on the woman. In her young womanhood, she wasn’t what you’d call sexually alluring. At least not at first glance. She was very thin all her life, had no interest in food. She was not sensual although she drank a lot, which for much of her life she managed to conceal. When she was much older, her children and friends did an “intervention” to get her into AA. She went along with the initial excursion to a rehab but left it soon thereafter and never went back.
As a young woman, this woman, to judge from her photographs was not a beauty by any means. She was stylish and soigne in her way. She was interested in men who had power. Duff Cooper, for example, was a fixture in the British Establishment, born and bred. His wife Diana, once considered the most beautiful woman in England was famous for her beauty, her personality and for being famous. They were some of the “people” to know for ambitious young women and men in their 20s and 30s.
|Clockwise from above: The two "fathers" of the bridgegroom, Bill Patten and Duff Cooper, in Venice in 1951; Joe Alsop on the wedding day of his stepson and his new wife, Bill and Kate Patten in Cambridge, Massachusetts, December 1970; Ashton Hawkins and Susan Mary Alsop at a book party for her in New York in 1986.|