Word: caitlin
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Killed Dylan? The first to shrink visibly in Caitlin's earth-mothering embrace is Dylan himself: "Dylan used to read to me in bed, in our first, know-nothing, lamb-sappy days; to be more exact, Dylan may have been a skinny, springy lambkin, but I was more like its buxom mother then, and distinctly recollect carrying him across streams under one arm; till the roles were reversed and he blew out and I caved in." Exactly why Dylan "blew out" is a question that has fueled his funeral pyre for the last four years. The argument ranges from...
...Thieves of Love. Caitlin sizzled over the sexual autograph hunters who stalked Dylan "in packs"-"these thieves of my love [who] were candidly, if not prepossessingly, spreadeagled. from the first tomtomed rumour of a famous name." On occasion, Dylan allowed himself to be caught by the hunters, and Caitlin makes no secret of the fact that she had fans of her own whom she was glad to oblige ("There is no doubt, in some people's minds, as to my super bitchery"). They hated each other for their infidelities: "It seems extraordinary to me now that...
...mother of three children (one of them in his teens) Caitlin was expected by the prim and proper Welsh ladies to wear her widow's weeds decorously. Instead, "I stole their sons and husbands." By her testimony, she used sex to drown her grief, but it did not work: there was only "an increase in my inescapable dedication to Dylan." With the Welsh ladies' faces set against her like so many druid stones, Caitlin took her five-year-old son Colm and fled into exile, to the Italian island of Elba...
Lady Chattelley's Miner. Here began an affair right out of Lady Chatterley's Lover. "I did not fancy myself as a haggard, rabid, avid randy dowager combing the Riviera for young blood," says Caitlin. Nonetheless, Caitlin, then 39, took an 18-year-old Italian iron miner as her lover. In part, Joseph, with his "attractive grave hardness," was an antidote to Dylan, who had been so finicky that he could pull an "all-out faint" at the sight of a mouse, and was "as useless as a penguin with his hands." In part, it was a Latin...
Though she stands as an insolent, self-confessed sinner at the bar of society's judgment, Caitlin Thomas writes like a saint at the stake. The book may be vulgar and shameless, but it is also a beautifully written, classic portrayal of the romantic temperament. Two of a kind, Caitlin and Dylan Thomas reveal the tragic flaw in that temperament. To intensify every passing moment of life, the romantic must live at an ever-quickening pace. Moving from excess to excess, he must demand more and more of himself. Pursued frantically enough, this course can result only in madness...