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This is a glamour girl in the coyote fur coat, an American aristocrat, the goddaughter of the Duke and Duchess of Windsor. Cornelia Cochrane Churchill Guest, 19, the youngest child of a socially prominent family, grew up on Long Island and in Palm Beach and New York City. She spent 1982 as a debutante, and all year long the New York gossip journalists mentioned her in print, often dusting off a quaint epithet: deb of the year. "I don't get tired of it," she says, having finished her eggs and her Tab and three more cigarettes cadged from...
...President Patrick Hillery, Gary Grant, Frank Sinatra's wife Barbara, Film Mogul Sam Spiegel, Racing Driver Jackie Stewart, Diana, Princess of Wales, Prince Bertil of Sweden, Princess Benedikta of Denmark, Don Juan de Bourbon, father of Spain's King Juan-Carlos, Holland's Prince Bernhard, Grand Duchess Josephine of Luxembourg, Michael, former King of Rumania, Frederika, former Queen of Greece, and Prince Henri, pretender to the French throne. -ByJohnSkow...
...magazine and newspaper articles that she is no stranger to the ways of the upper classes. Related to both Charles and Prince Philip, she calls Princess Elizabeth of Yugoslavia "Mom" and is a cousin of Queen Sofia of Spain. The late Princess Marina of Greece, also known as the Duchess of Kent, was a great aunt. Hair trimmed and parted to the side Diana-style, Catherine hauntingly resembles the real-life queen...
...Paisley, Field Marshal Von Ribbentrop, third in the Nazi hierarchy, and Hugh Selwyn himself. Mauberley's assignment: to persuade Wallis to prop up the Duke as a figurehead who will "rule" a United Europe controlled by fascists from England and Germany. Ribbentrop dangles a glittering prize before the duchess: "Your Royal Highness perhaps does not understand that there are crowns that have never yet been worn by anyone." She replies without hesitation: "How long do you think we might have to wait...
...choice could not be more apposite. Ezra Pound's bloodless hero did not merely suffer from the disease of his age; he was the disease of his age, mute until it was too late, sensitive only for No. 1, fatally solipsistic to the end. As catastrophe beckons, the Duchess of Windsor is heard to complain: "We are led into the light and shown such marvels as one cannot tell . . . and then they turn out all the lights and hit you with a baseball bat." Findley does not relinquish the bat, but in this ambitious, disturbing book, the lights never...