This biography gripped me like a novel - I was spinning pages like mad! Cos if you're familiar with the Bloomsbury authors, this book reads like a whole lot of new gossip...
The picture which emerges is not very flattering though - and TS Eliot has a lot to answer for. Vivien is shown to be a tragic, flawed figure whose talent ran to waste partly because she was a woman (and thus denied the academic education enjoyed by her male counterparts) and partly because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It is heartbreaking to see how vulnerable Vivien was: an emotional, over-ambitious, weak and naive woman in a world of cold, calculating men.
My only complaint about this book is the repetition I found - for instance, Seymour-Jones often quotes a letter or diary and then paraphrases the same words again in her text... And I don't know how necessary it was for her to tell us every time one of the Eliots had the flu or a cold.... This was pretty tedious and slowed down the narrative significantly.
I also felt the ending was a bit abrupt and over-ruled by Seymour's own evident emotion and feeling for her subject... Though by then we forgive Seymour because we feel so sorry for Vivien and angry with Eliot ourselves.
To be honest, it will be difficult to enjoy Eliot's poetry after reading this book .