Hmmmmmm. Well. I must admit that Edwards did a great job with making a "biography" that was an easy read for me. However, the subject of the biography, Margaret Mitchell, was a tough woman for me to understand and by the end, almost impossible to sympathize with.
There is a reason Scarlett O'Hara had a bias toward the Civil War, the South, the Ku Klux Klan and black people. If Ms. Edwards is to be believed, Scarlett IS Margaret "Peggy" Mitchell on paper. Raised in a family that fully believed the South had been cheated of its rights by an unjust war perpetrated by the North, Mitchell never did break free of the Southern belle mentality. While she could be generous with the many black people in her circle, they were still, in her mind, second class citizens.
But more distressing than this is what one sees happen to Ms. Mitchell as she goes from an insecure and rather naive young woman to the famous author of the most famous books of its time. Rather than using her fame for good, Mitchell spent most of the rest of her life as a virago who claimed she wanted privacy in one minute, then chastised her friends for ignoring her when they gave her that privacy; who looked upon anyone involved with marketing her book as "chiselers"; who used her illnesses as an excuse to do what she wanted, when she wanted; and who worked her husband into an early grave with her needs and demands.
Again, a biography is written from a particular point of view, and many readers have quibbled with Edwards' lack of documentation and a somewhat harsh picture of the famous author. That being said, one only need return to a reading of "Gone with the Wind" to feel that many of her conclusions were justified.
Perhaps the most telling entry in the book was this:
"ANNE MORROW LINDBERGH once said that fame is a kind of death. That was certainly true in Peggy’s case. From the summer of 1936, when Gone With the Wind had been published and fame had intruded upon the Marshes’ world, all of her energies had been spent in either barricading herself against it or in coping with its entrapments. And so determined was she that fame would not change her way of life that she ceased growing emotionally and intellectually from the time of the publication of Gone With the Wind — and what is that but a kind of death? Time that could have been spent writing, or at least in exploring new avenues of thought, had been given over to the stultifying task of maintaining a correspondence with thousands of strangers on two subjects only — Gone With the Wind and the minutiae of protecting her rights in it."
Ouch.