The Letters of Cole Porter
Yale University Press (Footprint), $69.99 hb, 675 pp
Sometime in the early 1970s – his health poor, his country’s no better – the English composer Benjamin Britten asked his good friend and publisher Donald Mitchell to write his biography, imploring him to tell the truth about his long-term relationship with the tenor Peter Pears. In the ten years that followed Britten’s death in 1976, Mitchell amassed thoughts and notes, all the while deflecting the common query among friends and those outside the hallowed circle, ‘How’s the biography going?’
Ultimately, Mitchell shied away from writing the book. Perhaps he found the task daunting, though it was more likely that this prolific writer did not feel he could deal honestly with the less savoury aspects of his friend’s life and character – the dark moods, the thin skin, the lifelong interest in pre-pubescent boys – certainly while Pears still lived. In the years following Pears’s death in 1986, Mitchell turned toward the more neutral territory of a collection of letters, which, in the twenty-odd years separating the first volume from the sixth, encompassed thousands of pages of notes and explanations, newspaper crits and photos, diary entries, and foreign visas. You could quibble with the selection of letters and documents but never the scholarly apparatus supporting them. This was a serious intellectual endeavour, though a disguise as well.