HISTORY LESSON: Elinor Glyn gives "It" away

Hollywood owes a great debt to the many superb, female writers who contributed to the growth of cinema. Frances Marion and Anita Loos both had strong careers from the silent area through the golden age, and they penned some of the most popular and classic films of all time. Of course, authoresses like Ayn Rand and the always-in-fashion Jane Austin had their books adapted for the screen, providing compelling and intricate character pieces for many an ambitious actor. But there is one very interesting lady who took Hollywood, and thus all the world, by storm with her provocative and-- for the times-- sexually explicit literature.

Elinor Glyn was a well-bred but rebellious English girl who grew into an envelope-pushing misfit and cultural icon. As an author, Elinor was the Jackie Collins of her day, penning erotic novels that unapologetically explored female desire. In Three Weeks, for example, she describes a sexual tryst between a very entangled couple on a tiger-skin rug. It caused quite the uproar and became the topic of many a fiery church sermon, but Glyn most likely knew what she was doing. After releasing some sentimental romance novels, including the well-received Beyond the Rocks that, she spiced things up with a more scandalous brand of literature and coincidentally made a lot more money. By exploring her own secret passions, she tapped into a surging whirlpool of dormant desire that the majority of contemporary readers shared. She stuck to her new formula and never looked back.


 Women devoured her books like chocolate-- living out their sordid and impassioned fantasies-- largely due to the fact that the heroines in Glyn's novels were never shrinking violets, but the predators of assorted male prey. This early example of female empowerment came at just the right time, as the twenties really started to roar... and the women too! As a result, the public came to depend on Elinor as a source for all things romantic, sensual, and cultured. Her extensively publicized, and somewhat eccentric persona developed into an almost cartoonish fiction in the hands of the press, who turned her into the intellectualized Cher of the literary world. She was promoted as a person of great class and worldliness. As with many others whoa are touched by fame, Elinor couldn't help but take the bate, and for professional and perhaps egocentric reasons, she participated in maintaining her reputation. History records her notoriously lavish wardrobe and cosmetics, which included fake eyelashes and flame-red hair (which may or may not have been a wig). After willfully crafting herself into a social celebrity and a literary gold mine, it wasn't long before Hollywood came calling to get in on the deal.


Hollywood's poaching of this author made sense. If Glyn's saucy novels transferred to film, they were sure to reel in the big bucks. Elinor saw the possibilities as well, realizing the power that cinematic celebrities would have. She correctly predicted Gloria Swanson's fate, telling her that movie stars would be considered American royalty. She encouraged Gloria to play the part, on camera as well as off, which the actress did. Truthfully, Glyn wanted in on Hollywood as much as it wanted her. Anita Loos herself would say, "If Hollywood hadn't existed, Elinor Glyn would have had to invent it." Referred to as "Madame Glyn" by now, Elinor ingratiated herself with all the creme de la creme.  She spent time at San Simeon and Pickfair, and her declining popularity regained steam as her novels turned into films.


Her screen adaptations included the previously mentioned Three Weeks-- which was made in 1914 and again in 1924, the latter time with Eileen Pringle and Conrad Nagel-- and Beyond the Rocks, with Gloria Swanson and Rudolph Valentino, (they are pictured together in a still from the film to the right). Her stories had to be toned down a bit for the censors, of course-- it was much easier to be naughty in print-- but the melodramatic tales of forbidden, torrid romances remained. By the time pre-production started for His Hour in 1924, Elinor had enough power to refuse casting decisions on her pictures. This held great sway with the public, for if she gave a thumbs down, it meant the star was no "star" at all; if she gave a thumbs up, it meant the actor must really be something special. At first, she did not want to allow John Gilbert to take the role of "Prince Gritzko" in His Hour, for she had learned that he was soon to be a father (of daughter Leatrice) and found that most un-sexy. However, after meeting the charming actor, she agreed to the casting decision and was proud of his intense and sexually charged portrayal.

John Gilbert and Aileen Pringle in His Hour

The studio made John take private lessons with Glyn to prepare for the role, which they were forcing many of their stars to do. Most of her pupils were unable to handle her overwhelming personality at first, considering quite comic and thinking-- perhaps correctly-- that she was full of baloney. John had to bite his lip and sit through her tutorials on decorum and etiquette. How he kept a straight face, knowing his wicked sense of humor, is a true testament to his acting ability. However, he and many others were able to learn from her, believing that her knowledge was accurate even if her presentation was a bit pretentious. Since John was still struggling at this point in his career, he cleverly put his need to work over his compulsion to guffaw. Doubtless, he couldn't help but joke about his odd tutor later with his friends. In fact, one of his pals, Charlie Chaplin, (above) was not so inclined to play it straight. He too was forced to go in for a meeting with the Madame, but he simply started bellowing with laughter at the ludicrous situation. The miffed Glyn was beyond insulted and made no qualms about telling Charles what  she thought of him. The comedian replied with a smirk: "That's too bad. I think you're a scream." In the end, Charlie and the rest of Hollywood was able to accept Elinor for what she was-- save for William Haines, who found her utterly ridiculous-- and she was able to earn some allies. Charlie would continue to poke fun, of course, but that goes without saying.

Clara Bow, oozing "it" in... It

Of course, the star Elinor is most tied to in history is Clara Bow, whom she would label the "It girl" in a big Paramount publicity campaign. A person who possessed "it," according to Glyn, was effortlessly charismatic and sexually enthralling. If you had "it" you had that special "X" factor that placed you much higher on the totem pole of desire and admiration than your social contemporaries. You were grand, refined, exciting... magical! After Glyn created this new definition, Paramount jumped at the chance to use it to promote Bow. After agreeing to meet Clara, who thought Glyn was absolutely cuckoo but was too sweet to say so to her face, Glyn agreed to let her star in her next adaptation, also entitled It, and forever gave those two letters their phenomenal power and Clara her nickname. With Glyn's magic wand of approval, Bow, who was already popular, became a sensation. With her electric, lovable energy, the title seemed rightfully bestowed. The film was a huge success, and as a result the writer-actress duo were coupled up on future projects, including Red Hair and Three Weekends, (though many critics agreed that in terms of story-- as far as the screenplays went-- Glyn and her co-writers were phoning it in, and Bow's performances were the only saving graces in these later vehicles).

Portrait of Glyn by Philip Alexius de Laszlo

As times changed, Elinor's themes and re-hashed storylines became old hat, as she did herself. Just as the talkies came swooping in, Glyn made her exit. She wrote a few more pieces before her death in 1943, but would never be as socially relevant as she had been during the 1920s. Her "moment" in time was interesting and perplexing, and did much to broaden the nature of fame. "Celebrity" became a title supposedly bestowed on the worthy few, as if by God himself, when in truth, celebrity was manufactured and built by the studio men. Glyn was not an exception, but the rule. She had broadcast her majesty and natural superiority to the world, yet she too was a carefully calculated contrivance. She was always very aware of the hypocrisy of the community in which she lived. She embraced it and simultaneously let it make use of her before making her curtsy and returning to the real world. That's Hollywood for ya'. Glyn couldn't have written it any better. Or could she?