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<title>
Aug. 26, 1991: When Harry Met Clare . . .
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
Aug. 26, 1991 Science Under Siege
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
BOOKS, Page 61
When Harry Met Clare...
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<p>By John Elson
</p>
<qt>
<l>HENRY & CLARE: AN INTIMATE PORTRAIT OF THE LUCES</l>
<l>By Ralph G. Martin</l>
<l>Putnam; 463 pages; $24.95</l>
</qt>
<p> The first serious encounter between the co-founder of this
magazine and the woman who became his second wife took place at
a 1934 dinner given by mutual friends. Clare Boothe Brokaw sat
at Henry R. Luce's right, but they scarcely talked, and he left
early; she thought him fascinating but incredibly rude. Two
months later, at a Waldorf-Astoria party honoring Cole Porter,
it was a different story. Oblivious to other guests, including
his then spouse Lila, Luce sat with Brokaw at a corner table
and conversed intently until 4 a.m. In the hotel lobby, he
blurted out, "How does it feel to be told that you are the one
woman, the only woman, in a man's life?" "Whose life?" she
asked. "Mine," he answered.
</p>
<p> Thus, according to this slovenly written tattletale, began
one of the most famous of America's celebrity unions. With
11-year-old TIME both popular and profitable and newly born
FORTUNE a critical success, Harry Luce, then 36, was on the
verge of becoming the nation's most powerful magazine publisher.
Clare Brokaw--journalist and playwright, future Congresswoman
and ambassador--at 31 was Manhattan's paradigmatic gay
divorcee, renowned as much for her merciless wit as for her
delicate porcelain beauty.
</p>
<p> The pair married in 1935, but the union was not perfect.
Harry, Martin writes, had extended relationships with Jean
Dalrymple, a Broadway producer and theatrical agent and
(platonically, it seems) with Mary Bancroft, who, among other
accomplishments, had been a wartime spy master for the OSS.
Clare's lovers, according to the author, included financier
Bernard Baruch, Sir Winston Churchill's son Randolph and others
(as the saying goes) too numerous to mention. Martin portrays
Harry as a reluctant adulterer, consumed with Presbyterian
guilt, who sought from other women the kind of feminine solace
Clare could not or would not give. Clare, by contrast, is limned
as a dazzling but neurotic conniver for whom sex was primarily
a way to keep men at her feet.
</p>
<p> The liaison that most seriously threatened the marriage,
which endured until Luce's death in 1967, involved Lady Jeanne
Campbell, granddaughter of the British press tycoon Lord
Beaverbrook. As a favor to the Beaver, TIME in 1956 found a
minor job in its picture department for Lady Jeanne. Luce became
so openly smitten with this cheerful redhead, 31 years his
junior, that rumors of the affair appeared in gossip columns.
He discussed a divorce with Clare but backed away, Martin
alleges, when she attempted suicide and demanded editorial
control of Time Inc. as the price of freedom. On the rebound,
Lady Jeanne briefly and tempestuously married novelist Norman
Mailer.
</p>
<p> All this is quite titillating--and some of it has been
recorded before--but there are grounds for wondering how
accurate Martin's amatory scorekeeping really is. In his
acknowledgments and chapter notes, the author cites the
"invaluable" assistance of interviews with Richard M. Clurman,
for many years Time Inc.'s chief of correspondents, and his wife
Shirley, a close friend of Clare's and a former TIME publicist.
But Dick Clurman states categorically that he merely gave Martin
a list of potential sources and was too busy to submit to an
interview. Shirley Clurman says she spoke with Martin "for 20
minutes, maximum." Asked about the author's assertion that Clare
and Randolph Churchill were lovers, Mrs. Clurman has a succinct
retort: "Garbage!"
</p>
<p> These are not the only credibility gaps. Henry & Clare is
rife with errors, undocumented innuendo, non sequiturs and
contradictions. Martin shows little understanding of how the
Luce organization worked; the portraits of his principals are
caricature-crude, especially in the case of Clare. In biography
even more than architecture, God is in the details. By that
standard, Henry & Clare deserves the scathing verdict that Luce
often penciled on drafts of unsatisfactory stories: "Needs
work."
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