Otherwise he became increasingly a recluse. He never went out any more, and seldom entertained people at his office. He was now so unsteady on his feet that he had to be ignominiously help-carried to his car, though he did doggedly continue to come in nearly every day. The writing was on the wall, but neither he nor any of his daily associates seemed willing to read it. How could he? Only a year or so before he had said ‘I could never retire. That seems to me the most horrible idea. What would I do? Sit at home in a corner and read?’ But finally he himself took the necessary decision. One morning in May 1979 his personal assistant, Peggy Robertson, had some bad news for him: ‘Hitch, you’d better sit down. Victor Saville died yesterday.’ Hitch responded with scarcely a flicker to this loss of an old friend, buy replied simply: ‘You’d better sit down. I’ve some news too. I’m cancelling the film and closing down the company.’
It was expected at Universal that some sort of announcement to this effect would be made but it never was: they seem to have behaved in exemplary fashion to their most distinguished employee. At first there was question of his moving to new offices in the ‘black tower’ office block at the gates of Universal City, but in the end he stayed where he was, in a truncated version of his old company bungalow; all the company employees, including Peggy and his faithful secretary Sue, had been let go, and he had only a succession of temporary secretaries from the typing pool for company. Naturally he did not come in as much as he had, but the facade, and the fiction of the film yet to be made, were rigorously preserved. To mark his eightieth birthday the American Film Institute gave him one of their special awards, and a slap-up dinner to go with it, to which just about everyone who had ever worked with him was invited. Hitch seemed terribly frail, hardly leaving a wheelchair, and for most of the proceedings played his impassive Buddha role to the point that many began to wonder if he had tuned out completely. But then at the end he got up and amazed everyone by making a charming and witty speech: clearly there was plenty of life in him yet. Or so it appeared on television, but later françois Truffaut, who was there, told me that the speech was pre-recorded and edited in.
It was virtually the last public appearance. In the New Year’s Honours List for 1980 he was finally knighted, though why he had at last decided to accept if it was indeed true that he had previously on various occasions turned the honour down remained a mystery. Perhaps Charles Chaplin’s belated acceptance of a knighthood had something to do with it, perhaps not. At any rate, he was quoted expressing laconic pleasure at the elevation, which presumably remained strictly honorary since he was no longer a British citizen, and doubting whether he would be able to journey to London for the investiture – which finally took place in a private ceremony on a sound-stage in Hollywood. There is little more to tell. Inactive and retired, whether he admitted it or not, he was losing the will to live. He ceased to see movies, he ceased to read, he could not even be drawn into the tests of his memory for theatrical minutiae of his youth which had always been a staple pastime around the office. Towards the end of April he went into hospital: he had been having trouble with his heart pacer, and a recurrence of his kidney condition. But the whole machine was worn out, and the indomitable will was no longer there to keep it going against all odds. During the night of April 28 he died peacefully in his sleep.
Hitchcock’s death was the end of an era. He was, after all, the last director of silent features who was still going strong, the last of the cinema’s founding fathers still functioning. But it was good that he went as he did, rapidly and without pain, saved the indignity of retirement, uselessness and talking always about those projects which everyone knew would never be made. He went almost as he had wished: what he really wanted, he said, was to drop dead on set, in the midst of making a movie. And also, as he would have wished, he took his mystery with him intact.
Acknowledgments
My first thanks must go to Alfred and Alma Hitchcock, their daughter Pat (O’Connell) and his sister Mrs. Nellie Ingram, who have been kind and helpful to me in every possible respect, allowed me to trespass far too much on their time and attention and answered my questions, pertinent and impertinent, with amazing grace and precision. Without their unfailing help this book could never have been written, and I am deeply grateful. I also owe a special debt of gratitude to Peggy Robertson, Hitch’s personal assistant, and to all his staff at Universal; and to the casts and crews of Frenzy and Family Plot.
Everyone with a Hitchcock story seems delighted to talk about him, but I would particularly like to thank the many who have taken time out of busy lives to help me in any way they could. Among them: Rodney Ackland, Michael Balcon, Eric Barton, Charles Bennett, Ingrid Bergman, Robert Boyle, Carlos Clarens, Juliet Benita Colman, Marlene Dietrich, Henry Fonda, Joan Fontaine, John Gielgud, Ted Gilling, Cary Grant, Joan Harrison, Edith Head, Tippi Hedren, Bernard Herrmann, Patricia Highsmith, John Housemann, Bernard Kantor, Arthur Knight, John Kobal, Ernest Lehman, Norman Lloyd, Margaret Lockwood, Sarah Marshall, Jessie Matthews, Ivor Montagu, Michael Redgrave, Victor Saville, Daniel Selznick, Fred Sill, Donald Spoto, Joseph Stefano, James Stewart, Francois Truffant, Peter Viertel, Lew Wasserman.
There are many others who have eased my way far above and beyond the call of duty. I must have mention Penelope Houston and the staff of Sight and Sound, in the pages of which parts of Chapter Fifteen first appeared, in a different form; Brenda Davies, Gillian Hartnoll and everyone in the British Film Institute’s library and information section; Jeremy Boulton and his staff at the National Film Archive; the staff of the library of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences; John Hall and his staff at RKO Radio in Los Angeles; my assistant, Bill Lewis, and all my colleagues in the Cinema Division of the University of Southern California; Bill Golder for hospitality and moral support, and Deri Brewster for bravely typing the various drafts.
October 1977
J.R.T.
A Note on the Author
John Russell Taylor is an English critic and author. He was born in Dover and attended Dover Grammar School before obtaining a double first in English from Jesus College, Cambridge.
He is the author of a vast number of critical works on cinema, and of biographies of important Anglo-American film figures including Orson Welles, Vivien Leigh and Alfred Hitchcock, whom he befriended in LA while teaching at the University of Southern California in the 1970s. Taylor’s biography of Hitchcock is the only one to be written with its subject’s full cooperation — it was also the impetus for his intensive study of Hollywood’s émigré in his book Strangers in Paradise: The Hollywood Emigres 1933-1950.
Taylor has written regularly for publications such as The Times, Sight and Sound, The New York Times, and The Los Angeles Times throughout his career and was art critic for The Times until 2005.
He now lives in London and West Wales.
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