At no point in Mr. Mann's 656 page biography does he actually come out and say (for example): Katharine Hepburn was a lesbian who lived her life in the closet. Instead he brilliantly, painstakingly illustrates how Katharine Hepburn constructed a separate, alternate personality carefully designed for public consumption. The book takes its title from the name of this alternate personality. Friends and family would call her "Kath" or even "Katy," but Kate became her public persona.
So while Katharine Hepburn could be verbally abusive on the set of a Broadway show, none of it ever happened to Kate. And while Katharine Hepburn had numerous lesbian relationships, none of it ever happened to Kate. And in later years, when Katharine Hepburn succumbed to drinking alcohol heavily, none of it ever happened to Kate.
Where Ms. Hepburn's reality began and where the for-the-public's consumption Kate version ended was an open question. The denial of her homosexuality (perhaps even to herself) was just part of the construction of Kate. Early on she was re-writing her gay brother's obvious suicide as an accident. The truth is: Kate represented something Katharine Hepburn wanted to believe. She wanted to believe that her brother's death was an accident. She wanted to believe that she was heterosexual--or at the very least, not a lesbian. So if Kate represented something the public wanted to believe about her, Kate also represented something she wanted to believe about herself.
Reading Mr. Mann's book, it is difficult not to admire Ms. Hepburn's accomplishments. At an early age she achieved success on Broadway in spite of the fact that quintessential New Yorkers like George S. Kaufman and Dorothy Parker despised her. Then she successfully negotiated with film industry executives--leveraging the entirely false impression that she was rich in order to get more money. She had a very successful career in film. It was also a very long career: over sixty years. And yet, I must confess, I've never particularly been a fan of Katharine Hepburn. It always seemed to me that she was too controlled--that she was holding back. But the other day I happened to turn on TCM and there she was on the Dick Cavett show, her feet tucked onto the chair, hair occasionally falling into her face--delighted with herself. I was surprised at how much I liked her. She seemed so natural, I actually forgot that I was watching a performance--her greatest role of all: Kate.
William Mann's Kate: The Woman Who Was Hepburn
is available in paperback.
October 30, 2007
Picador