Helen Lawrenson

Lawrenson was born on October 1, 1907, in La Fargeville, New York,[1] seven miles south of the Canadian border, to Lloyd E. Brown and Helen Minerva Brown. She was not close to her parents. Her mother once confided to her she never wanted children, and had made several attempts to get rid of Helen as a foetus: hot mustard baths, enemas, riding horseback, and more.[2] Lawrenson claims to have learned to read at three; her childhood was spent in voracious reading, with few friends, though as an adult, her friends were many.

In New York City for a year at age 7, she attended the Ethical Culture school. Then she was taken under the care of her maternal grandmother, who took her back to Syracuse, and exposed her to much culture. She got to hear Paderewski and to see Pavlova dance and was awed, as well as various Shakespearean companies. She was largely supported by her grandmother, first at private school and then the elite Vassar College for two years.[1]

Tiring of Vassar, she got jobs as a newspaper reporter in Syracuse, New York — two years on the Journal, then two years when lured away to the Herald, a Hearst paper.

Lawrenson enjoyed the work greatly, and learned the trick of acting casual. "It was a matter of pride with us never to appear to be working." She interviewed, among others, Lindbergh, Admiral Byrd, Red Grange, Eleanor Roosevelt, Clarence Darrow, Al Jolson (whom she idolized). She also loved reviewing burlesque shows in New York City.

"The life I managed to lead was an entertainingly dissipated caper", with heavy drinking in speakeasies, as it was illegal during Prohibition.

Remarkably, in 1932, at the depth of the Depression, she ascended to heights of comfort and prestige. She came to New York as an editor of Vanity Fair, a fashionable magazine which maintained a frolicsome attitude as if the Depression did not exist. She describes the atmosphere at Vanity Fair as a happy one, largely because of editor Frank Crowninshield. Once a week, they were treated to a fancy lunch from the Savarin restaurant.

Lawrenson was a senior editor and film critic at Vanity Fair from 1932 to 1935 and also wrote for Vogue, Harper's Bazaar, Look, Esquire and Town & Country.[3] Lawrenson was the first woman to write for men's magazine Esquire. Her first article, "Latins Are Lousy Lovers" (1936), initially published anonymously, in which she ridiculed machismo as "quantity rather than quality", caused a sensation and was considered probably the "most notorious piece" in an Esquire collection from 1973. While married to her first husband, she published under the name Helen Brown Norden.

She attended lavish parties and dinners, in a high society of the rich, titled and entitled. According to Jane Fonda, once Roger Vadim asked Lawrenson "Do I look like Abraham Lincoln?" to which she replied "All I see is a guy with big ears and a hangdog face."[4] According to Lawrenson, Jackie Kennedy was very aware of her husband's "hundreds of women".[5] Lawrenson wrote an uncustomarily negative article about Julie Andrews, calling her background not "compatible with reticence and timidity".[6]

She continued to support herself precariously by writing articles the rest of her life.

Lawrenson did not shy away from seedier places. During Prohibition she found that when the speakeasies were closed, whorehouses kept serving liquor. She was associated with men such as Bernard Baruch, Rabbi Wise, and Condé Nast.[7]

She married three times. The third marriage resulted in a son, Kevin, and a daughter, Johanna. Her husbands were musician Heinz Norden (m. 1931, div. 1932), Venezuelan diplomat Louis López-Méndez (m. 1935, div. 1935) and finally union organizer Jack Lawrenson (co-founder of the National Maritime Union), her true love (m. 1940 until his death in November 1957).[1] She had met Lawrenson in 1938. Their life was fraught with danger: "On one of our first dates he took me to a waterfront saloon that was the hangout of the shipowners' agents who had been offered money to kill or maim him. Several of the goons were there and the atmosphere was electric with tension and menace. Blissfully unaware of the cause, I had a wonderful time. I suppose the only reason we emerged unscathed was because Joe Kay, a seaman friend who accompanied us, although admittedly frightened, had the wit to tell the bartender that I was a member of District Attorney Dewey's staff, and the word was passed around."

According to Lawrenson, her husband was written out of the histories of the union by Joseph Curran, the "vicious and undeserving winner" "who corrupted the union Jack built", and repeatedly tried to kill him. (Both Lawrenson and Curran had earlier been members of the Communist party, but Curran pretended not to have been.)

In her later life, she lived modestly, having to keep writing to support herself. She had repeatedly turned down marriage offers from Condé Nast, who remained an ally and friend until the end of his life.[7]