The Australian-born media tycoon was standing by the piano in Barry Diller's high, beamed ceiling living room smiling benignly. One arm was protectively around his wife's waist and when asked what he thought about her new role as a novelist he positively beamed. "It's wonderful," he said, "and she's writing another."
Rupert Murdoch, who at last count owns 88 newspapers and magazines (London's Sunday Times, the New York Post among them) plus Metromedia and 20th Century Fox Studios, his most recent acquisitions, had flown into Los Angeles unexpectedly to be at his wife's side for her book party hosted by Fox's chairman and CEO. The evening had enough clout to draw biggies such as camera-shy Jack Nicholson, who chatted amiably with producer Robert Evans, possibly putting to rest those rumors about a rift over the making of the sequel to "Chinatown"; Fox's Larry Gordon; ABC's Tony Thomopoulos; producers Leonard Goldberg, Sherry Lansing and Dan Melnick; "Dynasty's" Esther Shapiro; Dino de Laurentiis and his producer, daughter Rafaela; Universal's Mr. and Mrs. Sidney Sheinberg; Mr. and Mrs. George Segal; heiress Wallis Annenberg; Tony Perkins and his wife Berry with one of their sons; agent Sue Mengers; Motown's Berry Gordy; Richard and Lili Zanuck; Ray Stark and so on.
After years of being the pretty and helpful wife, the good mother, Anna Murdoch at 41 has come into her own with the publication of her first novel, "In Her Own Image." It was published this year in London by William Collins, a firm controlled by her husband, and more recently in the United States by William Morrow, a firm with which Murdoch has no connections.
Three-Week Promotional Tour
We caught up with the novelist at the tail end of a three-week promotional tour, one she appears to have handled with good cheer, serenity and confidence. Still ahead of her is the book's launch in Canada.
Anna Murdoch, a tall blonde who bears a striking resemblance to actress Lee Remick, was born in Scotland and migrated to Sydney, Australia, where she worked as a journalist and married her boss. She was 19, he was 33 when they met. They were married in 1967. And by the look of it they've lived happily ever after, the dynamic acquirer and the serene beauty.
From Australia they moved to London where both their sons were born (daughter Elisabeth is 17, Lachlan is 14 and James is 12). Five years later they moved to New York, a city Mrs. Murdoch likes because of its "anonymity. I never could have gone back to school in Australia nor in London," she remarked. She said it took her nine years to go from a B.A. to a master's at New York University. "I have tenacity and the university was sad to lose me. I had become a fixture." She was happy "coming to the U.S. I like living in a country where you are judged by what you do."
She had always wanted to write a book. "Like most journalists. I began three. Then while working on my master's I realized the 40s were looming and if I didn't do something about it, it would be too late."
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Writing wasn't difficult, but the discipline it took was. "It was difficult to find the time, living the life I lead, which is an interesting one, but very busy one." She found mornings best, before noon, while the children were in school. "I never write when they're home and I never go to bed without a note pad by my side."
Her favorite advice on writing is from Anthony Trollope, the prolific 19th-Century English author. "He said," she recounted, "that all a writer needs is a pencil, paper and a large wad of sealing wax to put on the seat and to sit on it." In the middle of writing "In Her Own Image," the Murdochs moved to another apartment "and I took the pages out of the typewriter and put them into an attache case. It wasn't bad, though, it gave me time to digest it and the characters never leave you. Perhaps the book should have been called 'True Grit.' "
Although the book is not supposed to be autobiographical it is set on an Australian farm, much like the one the Murdochs own and where they visit twice a year.
Rupert Murdoch has encouraged his wife from the beginning. She said that when she was working on the last draft, "getting up very early to write, working on weekends, he took the children off to Colorado (they have a house in Aspen) and they loved it. They got away with murder."
She's equally sensitive to his needs. On this trip they stayed at the Hotel Bel-Air, but she took a suite at the Beverly Hills Hotel for her interviews. "I'm trying to keep it (the book) separate . . . I want to do this professionally."
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