The Australian, 15th January, 2002
Diplomacy be damned: Sir Humphrey has the last laugh
Nigel Hawthorne's memoirs pull no punches from the grave, Richard
Brooks
writes.
The actor who was the soul of discretion while alive is to
reveal all
from beyond the grave. Nigel Hawthorne, best known for starring as
Sir
Humphrey, the ultra-diplomatic civil servant in television's 'Yes,
Minister'
and its successor, 'Yes, Prime Minister', completed his memoirs two
days
before he died on Boxing Day.
His publishers are describing the book as "pulling no punches".
In the book, to be called 'Straight Face', Hawthorne attacks
the
Royal Shakespeare Company; reveals he was so nervous of playing Sir
Humphrey
in 'Yes, Minister' that he took beta-blockers; and decries the
hurtful way
the media handled his homosexuality.
Hawthorne, who also starred in the film 'The Madness of King
George',
spent the last 22 years of his life with Trevor Bentham in what was a
marriage in all but name.
"I'm a bit fearful of reading what's in it as I know it will be
upsetting for me," says Bentham.
The contents will come as a surprise to others as well:
Hawthorne was
known in show business not only as a great actor but also for his nice
personality.
His attack on the RSC stems from the treatment he received
when he
landed the stage role he had long coveted. His King Lear was to be
the
culmination of a glittering career, and he announced it would be his
last
appearance on the stage. But the experience left a sour taste.
The production began well in Japan, where it had been funded.
The reviews were all good and Hawthorne won standing ovations
every
night. He received star treatment, flying first class and staying in
the
best hotels.
When the production transferred to Britain, Hawthorne's
reputation
ensured the RSC run, at the Barbican and Stratford, was a sell-out.
The company announced it was delighted to have him as a guest
star.
The reality, the autobiography reveals, was less effusive.
He was galled by the Barbican opening reviews; one critic
likened his
Lear to Worzel Gummidge. But what really irritated him was that the
RSC
made no effort to ease the strain on a 70-year-old of playing such a
demanding role every night. Hawthorne was required to make his own
way to
the theatre each night from his home in Hertfordshire.
In London he took the Tube to the Barbican; in Stratford the
RSC
charged him rent for a cottage it owned.
In the book, to be published in April by Hodder & Stoughton,
Hawthorne also recounts how he suffered another reverse at a high
point of
his career. Just as he had been nominated for an Oscar for his role
in 'The
Madness of King George', he was outed as a homosexual, prompting
tabloid
headlines such as "Yes, Minister, I'm gay".
Born in Britain in 1929 but brought up in South Africa,
Hawthorne
realised he was homosexual in his early teens.
It was not easy to accept, since his father, he writes, had
once told
him that "homosexuals should be shipped to a desert island and shot".
Hawthorne left South Africa in 1949, aged 20, and came to
Britain to
seek work as an actor. He returned to South Africa in 1957 to be
greeted by
a father who said he was not surprised at his son's failure.
So the young actor went back again to Britain in 1964, where he
landed mainly smallish parts.
Though he lived with another man during much of this time, it
was not
a physical relationship. He started living with Bentham in 1979, just
before he began 'Yes, Minister'. It was a new dawn: Hawthorne says
his life
did not really begin either personally or professionally until he was
50.
His main concern about revealing his homosexuality was that it
might
lead some directors not to cast him as a heterosexual.
But when publicising 'The Madness of King George' in the US,
he gave
an interview to a gay magazine in which he mentioned his sexuality in
passing. His remarks were seized upon and reported back in Britain.
The stories, he writes, were "trashy" and "hurtful" and, he
felt,
held him up to ridicule. They sent him into a deep depression.
But, in the manner of Sir Humphrey, he bore the hurt with
grace and
diplomacy ... until he could exact some retribution in his memoirs.
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