Except for Dorothy Parker's poem, few people would even know the name.
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that will never
And I am Marie of Roumania.
And with Dorothy Parker's poem, the great question has always been: who is/was Marie of Roumania?
She was the granddaughter of both Queen Victoria of England and Czar Alexander of Russia. She also is the subject of Hannah Pakula's biography, "The Last Romantic," published this spring by Simon & Schuster.
A Teen-Age Fascination
Pakula, 51, wife of screenwriter-director Alan Pakula ("Sophie's Choice," "All the President's Men") and a former Los Angeles resident who moved to New York in 1979, recently returned to "flog" the book. As to why she would even contemplate a biography of Marie of Roumania--much less spend 10 years on the research and writing--it all goes back to her teen-age fascination with that poem. Pakula, by her own admission, is an obsessive sort who follows up on her curiosity. (And in doing so, she opted for the English spelling of Roumania preferred by Marie rather than the American spelling, Rumania, or the frequent usage, Romania.)
Consider a few little stories about Marie and her family. Like that incredible time when Marie, always so vain, descended on Paris, rapidly buying 60 gowns, 31 coats, 22 fur wraps, 29 hats and 83 pairs of shoes, to give herself the appropriate "queenly air" at the Versailles Peace Talks. Marie's sister, Victoria Melina (but everyone called her Ducky), had a mad passion for a Russian grand duke named Kirill for whom she eventually divorced her husband. It was true love, but poor Ducky had all the courts of Europe and everyone else she'd ever met in an uproar. Then there were those bizarre salons of Marie's mother-in-law, Elisabeth, who called herself Carmen Sylva and believed creative work was good only if it was spontaneous, untouched by criticism or revision. Every day the clever Elisabeth/Carmen discovered new talents in herself and her friends.
With families like that, biographers don't tire of their subjects.
Indeed, talk with Pakula and it's one delicious tale after another, with the chic biographer--who's sipping coffee in a starkly modern suite at the Beverly Wilshire--relating each with the relish of one who's passing on a new and fascinating tidbit of gossip.
Inevitably, though, the question must be raised: Isn't it interesting that Pakula--a beautiful, sophisticated, socially prominent woman--would write about another beautiful, sophisticated, socially prominent woman?
The comparison obviously had never occurred to Pakula and, it was obvious, she didn't like it. Marie was royal, she bristled. "I'm Jewish, from a small town, Omaha. To compare us, it's reaching. It's like comparing apples and oranges."
Yet for many people, the comparison is irresistible. Maybe because both Marie and her biographer seem to have a sense of glamour, of style. Pakula didn't have to write a book to be featured in Women's Wear Daily, and with the publication of "The Last Romantic," she made Vogue.
Some readers, studying the photo of the queen on the book's cover and Pakula's photo on the back, even see a physical resemblance between the two women.
The Hollywood Connection
Nor has Pakula's Hollywood background hurt the book. Few histories, after all, attract attention in the national press or prompt celebrity-laden parties on both coasts. (Los Angeles' lionizing of the author took place at Spago.)
In any case, such comparison shouldn't detract from the validity of the biography. Pakula, nee Cohn, who went from Westlake School for Girls in Los Angeles to Wellesley College in Massachusetts and the Sorbonne University in Paris before graduating from Southern Methodist University in Dallas with a degree in comparative literature, married during college and had children almost immediately. But she always wrote as an avocation. Through her first marriage (she was widowed at age 35) and into her second (to Pakula), she regularly published book reviews and short humorous pieces--though these she dismisses as "silly essays on subjects like shopping bags."
She also has always had an inclination for what academics call "serious scholarship." New York Times book reviewer John Gross observed, "Mrs. Pakula doesn't allow herself to be carried away by the more florid aspects of Marie's personality. She is a level-headed commentator who sets the queen firmly in her historical context."
"I do love glamour and it is fun to write about her clothes, her jewelry, the folk ways of a people. It's fun to describe a dinner party with the Hapsburgs," Pakula said as she contemplated the suggestion that both she and Marie share an aura of glamour.
The First Modern Queen
"But part of the book was a study of a queen in the 20th Century. She was the first modern queen and she was an original."