All's well that ends well

Spectator, The, Oct 18, 2003 by Baxter, Keith

All's well that ends well ALEC GUINNESS: THE AUTHORISED BIOGRAPHY by Piers Paul Read Simon & Schuster, L20, pp. 640, ISBN 0743207297

Many years ago in Belfast, when I was playing Prince Hal, I was asked to give my first interview to a journalist. Afterwards Orson Welles asked me how it had gone. 'He only wanted to know who I was sleeping with and how much I was worth.' Welles was amused. 'That's all they ever want to print, every single one of them. You'll find the Times is a little more circumspect, that's all.'

Not any longer. A few weeks ago the Times printed excerpts from Piers Paul Read's new biography of Alec Guinness. The lurid headlines questioned whether Guinness was not a man driven by secret homosexual desires, masked by a cloak of religiosity, who was vile to his wife. These excerpts gave a totally false picture of Read's moving biography and anyone who turns these pages expecting to find that Guinness's marriage was a sham, his piety humbug, his hankering for rough young men unbridled, is going to he confounded.

Alec Guinness and his wife, Merula, knew Piers Paul Read; they liked him as a man and admired his writing and his Roman Catholicism. When Guinness died, his widow and son turned over to Read a treasure trove of diaries, letters, papers. Merula Guinness died shortly after her husband, before this hook was published. She would have been proud to read it.

Read gives us an astonishingly moving portrait of a very complex man, his loving marriage, and his quest for spiritual solace. It is a warts-and-all portrait - how could it not be? - but Read effortlessly invokes compassion for his subject and the book is underpinned by what St Paul considered the greatest of Christian virtues: charity. Many will have read and enjoyed Gary O'Connor's racy and energetic biography of Guinness, but where O'Connor concentrated on the protean Guinness, what gives this book its special and unusual resonance is that it is permeated throughout by the author's own Catholicism, so that Guinness's life is constantly viewed within the parameters of Roman Catholic discipline.

Does that sound as though it's heavy going? It is not. It is engrossing. The author writes with the innocence of un vrai naif. His photograph on the inside cover shows a sort of crumpled adolescent, which seems about right. He has been clearly puzzled by aspects of Guinness's life for which he was utterly unprepared. The realisation that many homosexuals live ordered, fulfilled and richly happy lives quite flummoxes him - those arc the homosexuals who don't marry of course.

The beginning of Guinness's life is well known: the illegitimacy (he never knew for certain who his father had been); the alcoholic mother; the desperate lack of money. No wonder the boy was drawn to Dickens and to Dostoevsky. His sex life was a mess. 'Before I married Merry', he would write to her sister, 'one's sexual life was a fiasco...' His impulses were homosexual, but he was scrawny, balding, with big ears and the men he was attracted to never looked at him and he was too poor and too moral to pay for sex. Then he met Merula Salaman. They were both playing in John Gielgud's production of Andre Obey's Noah and Alec was knocked for six. (Alec was a wolf and Merula a tiger.) There was nothing bogus about this coup de foudre.

His letters at this time, and for many years to come, expressed the depth of his emotion. 'We have each other and oh my love I love you. There's nothing else to say.' As for Merula, she fell in love and never fell out of it. Later she would write to him, remembering one evening when he had walked away in a huff, 'and as I watched you go then I knew and knew that you loved me and I could have died for joy'. Nor was this some wishy-washy love affair. 'I think on your face and hair and your lovely chin and neck,' wrote Alec, 'and your sweet smell and your smoothness and warmth which makes my John Thomas want to stand up....' Merula's mother reacted to her daughter's engagement by fainting, exclaiming just before she hit the floor, 'And the cook's given notice!'

Guinness's career goes well. He is in Gielgud's company, then at the Old Vic where his modern-dress Hamlet draws the town. His Bob Acres in The Rivals is a triumph. But everything is thrown into turmoil when war breaks out. Alec is in the Royal Navy commanding a landing craft in the Mediterranean; Merula brings up their son in England. For two and a half years they did not see each other. Guinness saw a great deal of enemy action and was often in grave danger. This separation wrought havoc in their lives and did irreparable harm to their physical relationship, as it did many other marriages. The homosexual impulses to which he had always been subject had been easy enough to ignore while he was swept up in a happy marriage to a girl he adored. Now in an exclusively male environment those earlier instincts reasserted themselves and would remain with him all his life, though there is no record anywhere that they were ever fulfilled.