The Richard Burton Diaries (147 page)

Brother Graham, with his usual mindless bonhomie, folie de grandeur, and doubtless full of booze, had been entertaining the press again re my early life. The press concerned is that rag of all rags – the
People
newspaper. The ultimate in cheap journalism. They are about to do a several part article on my life and loves. This will be shame-making for a day and then will disappear into a just oblivion very rapidly, but it's a bore nevertheless. Why does little Graham do these things – even after the outrageous mess-up with the
News of the World
some years ago. He has entertained the writer of the article in his house
and taken them round to the other members of the family etc. and generally aided and abetted them in every way. He is a complete nincompoop and will never learn. I don't know whether I should write him a scathing letter or forget the whole thing. There is a letter from the
People
man to Aaron which indicates that he is in the same literary league as Graham and well down to barrel-scraping standards. Ah well. Ah well.

Wednesday 29th
This is the last day of the film and we shall be back in the B. H. Hotel tonight and firmly planted in front of the TV set on which a splendid game of baseball will be going on if there's any justice in this world.

I wrote a page of remonstrance to Graham yesterday morning about the
People
and was going to finish it this morning but E pointed out sagely that my letter was so well written that it might over-impress Graham to the extent that ‘the dummy might show it to the Press with a "hey look what my brother thinks about you lot".’ So I will write a shorter pithier one.

I got myself blown up yesterday and wounded in the leg and said the last immortal lines of the film which are ‘Perhaps Rommel won't want to shoot two such devoted stamp-collectors as you and me.’

E came to lunch and made several oblique remarks which made me to realize that she had been reading this diary. I'm supposed to put in something nice today but am not going to. She's alright I suppose and is good at cards, though I reduced my losses to about $13 yesterday and I prefer having her around to not having her around, ‘there's no living with her or without’ her as the feller said, and she's very good-looking etc. and wears hardly any make-up and is a bit tubby but that in all honesty is about as far as I can go with praise. She fries a fair banger and grills an honest tomato and browns a nice onion perhaps. That'll do for now.

We are going to fly from here tonight in the twin-engined Cessna land at Mexicali or Calexico or both for clearance and fly on to Burbank and automobile it home to the B. H.
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Everybody is very relieved to be finished and not many people, apart from me, will look back on this film with any particular pleasure. I think of it as an eye opener as to how efficiently – how much more efficiently – one can work with a skeleton crew. We have done the film for well under $1m. I should count my earnings as approx $
¹
/
₂
m certain with a probability of double or triple that and a possibility of five times that. Anyway enough to pay our expenses for a couple of years and live in the style to which we are accustomed.

Hathaway was at his most irascible yesterday, probably because the piece is coming to an end.

Thursday 30th, Beverly Hills Hotel
[...] Perversely having survived without any ‘trots’ etc. down in primitive little San Felipe I have them this morning in the Beverly Hills hotel. So badly indeed that there was nearly an horrendous accident in bed this morning. I made it in time, but it was touch and go. E was very nervous all the way up in the plane and held my hand several times en route. [...] With my new-found fatalism, or whatever this new placidity is, I was as relaxed as if in a train. I did the quite hopeless
LA Times
crossword. You might say that American crosswords are indicative of the national mind. They are all – even the
New York Times
uncomplicated synonyms except on Sundays when they are general knowledge tests and for the solving of which you must be armed with reference books. There are no plays on words, no puns, no anagrams. The only crossword I've come across in the USA that matches in any way the ingenuity of British puzzles is the Diacryptic of the
Saturday Review
, but its more popular one is the Double-Crostic which is straight synonyms or definitions. ‘King of Westphalia – 1227 – 97.’ That sort of thing. Occasionally a quotation with a blank space. In lesser papers like the
LA Times
and
The San Diego Union
which I've been reading in San Felipe they are child-like in their simplicity. In fact they can be difficult for the solver expecting subtleties. ‘Industries (abb)’ turns out to be ‘Inds’. Honest to God. But I do them nevertheless, usually as a challenge against time. Once I did one as fast as I could write it down which would be about 3 to 5 minutes. Sometimes one is held up by a definition like ‘root of indigenous Peruvian palm used in dyes’ or something like that, but it is always multi-crossed with other clues so that its eventual solution is only a matter of time.

[...] E still asleep though she awoke in the middle of the night when I did and woke again at 7 when I nearly had my ‘accident’ and got up to type this and make myself some coffee. She looked very pale in the plane yesterday but looks better today. She's got that bloody dentist this afternoon. I shall sit in the waiting room and read and listen for distant groans and moans, though doubtless she'll make no sound. If there's a book shop near the dentist's I shall search out some literature for the train and boat. Now for some boiled eggs to bind me.

Friday 31st
[...] Took E to the dentist at one o'clock and she was much less time than I anticipated – she was out by 3.15 and we were home by 4. Her poor little gums were all mauled about so she was in discomfort. She has to go back again today for a few minutes. There was a Thrifty drug store next to the dentist's building and I bought a few books for the long journey to Europe. [...] When we came out of the dentist's we looked up as we were walking to the car and the whole of the 2nd or 3rd floor of the block opposite was crowded with people all watching and waving at Elizabeth. Apparently they'd been there every time she went to the dentist but she hadn't noticed before. I was touched. And still surprised. And pleased.

[...] Granpa Wilding was buried yesterday and Dick Hanley and John Lee went to the funeral.
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Mike Wilding had flown over from Europe for the thing and talked to E on the phone about Mike Junior who apparently is having a terrible time in Asia. Spat upon and insulted wherever he and his group go. I don't know quite why but chiefly out of xenophobia I think with the British refusal to let Indians and Pakistanis into Britain indiscriminately as we used to. He cannot get a visa to get into India. It is typical of Mike's airy-fairy woolliness that he never thought of that before he left. The same goes for the other people in his party. There probably isn't a practical man among them. Still, as long as Mike survives the experience will be invaluable and the lessons learned infinitely more various than he could get in any school curriculum. I wish he'd come home now for God's sake. He's not the adventurer type and he's not very sturdy, not the kind of man who pushes back frontiers and blazes trails. He's a nice feckless boy and may be meant for an artistic career either as a painter or writer. Unless he has the fatal lack of concentration which is the one ineradicable weakness of the lost.

Saw
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
last night.
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A charming film very derivative of
Bonnie and Clyde
. The man Redford that I'd heard so much about is disappointingly ordinary and Newman is much more impressive. It is just as well that he has turned down
Hammersmith
as he has a quality of dullness and I can see quite easily why he has taken so long to become a star. I think he would have ruined our film simply because he seems so sluggish and certainly doesn't suggest for a second the kind of demonic idiot-ness that Billy Breedlove must have. Tonight we look at another highly touted ‘star’ called Beau Bridges.
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Let's see what he's like.

AUGUST

Saturday 1st, Beverly Hills Hotel
Saw yet another film last night. Called
The Landlord
with some very good stuff in it but tremendously derivative of
Graduate
.
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Time and time again there were whole sequences reminiscent of the Nichols piece. I wasn't however bored which is a minor miracle in itself from a film as far as I'm concerned. The man Beau Bridges is nice and sloppy à la Dustin Hoffman but taller and just as plain. He won't do for our film – he's too young and too undynamic too undemonic. [...] I'm reading yet another diary-form book about sport – this time about baseball by a knuckleball pitcher called Jim Bouton [...]
Ball Four
.
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I wouldn't like to have Bouton
recording my every word in the free for all of a baseball locker room. Great stuff for the layman though.

Brook left for Chicago yesterday to stay with Cushman. He is a good guest but four months is a bit wearing on anyone. I'm glad he's gone. And it will be very nice to be alone together for a few days on train and boat. And then on boat again – the
Kalizma
.

Weather here is splendid and practically smog-free since we arrived and pleasantly warm, not overwhelmingly so as in San Felipe. Talked to Gwen who is back in Gstaad and Ivor is out of hospital. They had talked of going back to England but Ivor changed his mind and chose to stay in Switzerland. He is a long time a-dying poor old sod. I thought this to be his last few months once I heard that he was back in hospital again. The strain on Gwen must be well-nigh intolerable. Sent letter off to Graham with suitable admonitions re talking to the press. Hopeless I know as Graham is incapable of learning. He is a nice bloke though and you never know that he might not grow up one of these days.

Sunday 2nd, Super-Chief
Have just had breakfast on the train and we are somewhere between Gallup and Alburquerque.
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The weather is beautiful and the country looks like a million Cowboy and Indian movies. There is surely no more pleasant means of travel than to travel first class on this magnificent train. We have a drawing-room and a bedroom though actually we use the latter only to change in and sit when the steward is making up the beds or vice versa in the main room. All the terrible tales about the disintegration of the service on this railroad are totally unfounded – it's as good as ever and still the best train in the world. A private bathroom which is not a bathroom but a lavatory and sink. But will do. Tomorrow we can bathe and shower in the Ambassador East so dirty hair for one day.

I shall read
Airport
which is the current best-seller or was and feel very cosy knowing that I am on a train and not a nerve-racking plane.
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Nice to be alone with E too. We worked out that it is the first time we've been without attendant guests or servants or both since this time last year. And we have more time on the
QE2
.

[...] Forgot momentous news. I had a Jack Daniels and Soda and two glasses of Napa Valley Red Wine last night with dinner. Felt immensely daring and all it did was make me feel very sleepy and not elated or anything like that. E had the giggles most of the time. Can't think why as I was in great control. Can't help if the train sways.

Monday 3rd, Super-Chief
We are an hour and a half away from Chicago and it's been a very pleasant trip. Off to the Ambassador East for lunch and more
importantly a shower and shampoo. Typing this on my knees while the train sways around a lot. Ran along the Missouri for quite a time this morning and saw a paddle steamer. [...]

Ran most of yesterday through New Mexico which is very beautiful and even in the height of summer looks lush and pastured. Saw thousands of cows and scores of horses. Many streams and one-horse towns all of which looked delightful. Many eyesores however created by car dumps. [...]

We discussed whether we could live in the States somewhere in New Mexico or Colorado say. I said I could but would like to spend some time in Europe if possible. Also am afraid of the States – afraid of its corruptive influence and its lack of stability. But a small ranch near a small town with a few horses and somebody to run the whole thing and the family and a book and a typewriter would take some whacking I bet. A water-hole for the kids to swim in and winters in Vallarta and Spring visits to Europe. Not bad. [...]

Wednesday 5th, New York
We arrived late in Chicago and rushed like mad to the Ambassador East and went straight into the Pump Room while they carried the bags upstairs. I had beef in the Polish fashion and E had calves liver and Canadian bacon. Delicious both with a bottle of Burgundy of superb quality. Upstairs and a bath for E and a shower for me, a complete change of clothes and we made it back to the
Broadway Limited
with about 5 minutes to spare.
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The
Broadway
has run down though it was never much in the first place. We dined as we ran through Ohio and it was awful and there was nearly an incident when some black people came into the dining car to ask for autographs. It was alright for a time and then the headwaiter who on these trains is always white stopped others as the press became too great and a young negro started on Civil Rights and ‘I can go anyplace I want to on this or any other goddamn train’, etc. It passed off. Then a very drunken Mexican man and woman came and hovered pissedly over the table with the man saying ‘Well there she is, are you satisfied now? And Ricardo too. Get their autographs.’ ‘I've been looking for you since Pasadena,’ said the woman. ‘I wanna tell you something ...’ long pause. ‘I saw you in Pasadena and you're jus’ beautiful. Great eyes. Hey, look at her eyes. How about that? Let me tell you something ... I've been looking for you since Pasadena.’ We got out of there in a hurry and to the isolation of our drawing-room. Finished
Airport
which I found very hard work to read. We were 40 minutes late getting into Penn Station[...]
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We were in the Regency by midday where we had a bloody Mary which I didn't like and I remember them being the best in the world.
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Perhaps I've lost my taste for them anyway. We stayed in the rest of the day except for a
swift brunch at Rumpelmeyer's.
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Aaron was there all the time and Phil came about 6 and stayed until about 8 when they both went off somewhere. I half watched a terrible film about the Black-and-Tans and the Irish starring James Cagney.
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[...]