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In the Frame: My Life in Words and Pictures Hardcover – Bargain Price, March 25, 2008
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About the Author
the best-known and most-respected actresses in Britain and America. In a career
that spans stage, screen and television, she has become renowned for tackling
challenging roles and has won many awards for her powerful and versatile
She began her career with the National Youth Theatre in 1965 in a performance
that resulted in her discovery. Two years later she was invited to join the
Royal Shakespeare Company and starred in a number of highly regarded
productions. In 1972 she joined renowned director Peter Brook's Theatre Company
and toured the world.
Her film career began in the late 1960s with Michael Powell's Age of
Consent, but her breakthrough role was in John Mackenzie's The Long Good
Friday. Her performance saw critics hailing a major new screen star. She
earned her first Academy Award nomination for her performance in The Madness
of King George and her second for her role in Gosford Park. She was
nominated for a Golden Globe for Calendar Girls. Her most recent and
celebrated role was as Elizabeth II in The Queen, for which she won a
Golden Globe, a BAFTA and an Academy Award as Best Actress.
In the early 1990s, Helen starred in the Emmy and BAFTA award-winning television
series Prime Suspect, in which she starred as Detective Chief Inspector
Jane Tennison. The final Prime Suspect was released in 2006, bringing
this iconic role to its conclusion, and she was nominated for a Golden Globe for
Best Actress. Her television roles have won her a string of awards, most
recently in 2006, for her performance as Elizabeth I, for which she won a Golden
Globe and an Emmy for Best Actress.
Helen Mirren is married to the American film director Taylor Hackford. She
became a Dame of the British Empire in 2003.
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I must have started about twenty journals in my life. One, written at the age of fourteen and reproduced in this book, ambitiously calls itself 'Chapter 1 Volume 1'. It lasted for all of three pages. It is unbelievably boring. No natural writer then.
Some journals I started at the beginning of a job, a film or a play, others were inspired by finding myself somewhere foreign and remarkable. But no matter how fascinating the experience, the journals have invariably been abandoned. I have more interest in living the life than recording it.
In spite of being able to memorise reams of dialogue, I have a blissfully forgetful brain. This can be a great advantage in marriage - one of the many things that holds us together is that my husband can tell me the same story many times and each time I listen enthralled and laugh genuinely at the right moments, having forgotten that he has told me before - but such forgetfulness is less of an asset when it comes to journaling.
Working in the theatre, and loving its transitory nature ('carving in ice', as it was once described to me, for a theatre performance survives only in the memory of the audience who saw it), made me want to let go of things. I have never been a hoarder of cherished programmes, photos and stage memorabilia. Luckily my mother - proud, of course - kept mementoes, as did many of my friends who kindly lent material for this book.
When I read an autobiography, I am always drawn to the pictures. To me, it is what lies behind a photograph that makes it interesting. As you read and discover more about the personalities involved, the photos become more telling. The body language, the clothes, the background all take on a far greater meaning, and I find myself returning to the same photo again and again.
As an actor, gestures and body language are tools of the trade. You are always wondering what is behind a smile or a frown, or why someone's hat is worn like that, and what is that hand doing in that pocket? You search for something you can just perceive though it is not fully in the consciousness, in other words, what is on the edge of your vision: a form, a shape, a feeling, a fear, a pleasure...a something.
So here I give you some pictures from my life, and I try to talk around the picture, towards the wonderful parade of people, places, work and experiences that constitute some of my life.
I ask those who have shared my life with me in the living of it to forgive me if they remember it differently. Memories are slippery things, and liable to transmute. I am not interested in psychological excavations, except where acting is concerned. I have always found the world outside myself of more interest than the world within. Perhaps that comes of the way I was brought up. My mother would check 'thank you' letters to make sure the word 'I' only appeared once, and she'd cross out all references to myself. She thought it was boring or tasteless to talk about yourself. Of course, I now will write about myself for many pages.
Part of my job as an actress is to do interviews, but while I find it easy to talk about the work, I tend to frustrate interviewers by avoiding talking about myself. For the same reason I have never been to a shrink.
Actually, I lie; I did go to a shrink once. When I was about twenty-three I was very unhappy and, yes, self-obsessed and insecure. It seems to me that the years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It's then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult - but you are not ready. I just could not believe that anything I desired would happen, and the responsibility of making my own way, economically, artistically and emotionally, was terrifying. So I went to a psychologist.
Now I don't know whether he did this on purpose, realising that all I needed to do was grow up, but after I had poured out my unhappiness to him, the psychologist very, very quietly, in a strong Scottish accent, began to explain to me the root cause and solution to my misery. I could not understand a word. I asked him if he wouldn't mind repeating it. He did, and I still couldn't understand a word. The fourth time of asking I gave up, and realised that an analyst was not going to work for me.
My next stop on this journey of self-discovery was to visit a hand reader. Though I've never been a believer in astrology or the art of reading palms, I was pretty desperate and he came highly recommended. So I made my way to a nondescript house in a back street of Golders Green and went into the dingy, very ordinary living room where he did his readings. He was an Indian man, more like an accountant than a mystic. I liked him. He handed me cheap paper and a pencil, saying, 'I will study your hand and then I will speak very fast. You will not remember what I will say, so write it down as fast as you can.' And that was exactly what happened. He spent about ten minutes intensely studying my hand, I can't remember which one, and then he began to speak. I had to write so fast I could not take stock of what he was saying. After about twenty minutes, I was a fiver poorer and back on the street with my whole future life spelt out in scrawling script on a massive heap of paper. It was quite true, I could not remember any of it. Well, there is one thing I remember. He said, 'You will be successful in life, but you will see your greatest success later, after the age of forty-five.'
Not something you want to hear at the age of twenty-three, but it turned out he was right.
At least it brought to an end my period of desperate introspection and miserable self obsession.
As I looked at those scrawled pages, I realised that I did not want to know what the future held. I wanted my life to be an adventure. Whatever pleasure or pains, successes or failures, disasters or triumphs were waiting for me, I wanted them to come as a surprise.
I took the pages and stuffed them into the first rubbish bin I could find, then stepped out into the rest of my life.
In the house where I grew up in Leigh-on-Sea there was an old wooden trunk in the basement that had belonged to my grandfather. It was full of tools and paint pots sat on top of it. Scarred with age and dribbles of paint, it was just possible to make out some Cyrillic writing on the side. When my mother died and the house came to be sold, I took the trunk, emptied out the tools and filled its cedar interior with Grandpa's papers, a yellowing collection of letters written in a tiny, spidery Russian hand, and pages typed on the Cyrillic typewriter Grandpa had brought from Russia, with mysterious diagrams and maps. Somehow these papers had survived my mother's periodic clear-outs. After shoving them in the trunk, I forgot about them for another ten years.
My grandfather, Pyotr Vassili Mironov, was a proud and loyal member of the Czarist army. In Russia the military class was a whole social structure of its own. Grandpa was a proud and loyal member of that class, coming from military families on both sides. His mother, Countess Kamensky, had married outside the aristocracy, to Vassili Pyotr Mironov (the first-born son of each generation was always given the same two forenames, with the order changing from one generation to the next), a very successful military man. As the beloved (and undoubtedly very spoilt) only son in a family of seven, it was inevitable that Grandfather would join the army. He served in that brutal Russo-Japanese War of 1904, where the Russians were underarmed and suffered horrible losses. In 1916, having risen rapidly in rank, he was selected to join a small delegation sent to buy military supplies from the British. To begin with, Pyotr and his family were honoured guests of the British government, living in luxurious quarters within the Russian embassy and enjoying comfort befitting representatives of the Czar; my father attended private school in London. But then came the Bolshevik Revolution, which contrary to Grandpa's strongly held belief that the people loved the Czar too much for revolution ever to take hold, was not about to go away.
Pyotr's pride in nation had prevented him bringing anything from Russia except his typewriter, pictures of the Czar and Czarina, a few pre-revolutionary roubles and his wooden military trunk, made for him on the family estate. As a result, post Revolution, the family were left with no means of support. The only way my grandfather, with his halting, heavily accented English, could earn money was in the time-honoured way of immigrants: as a taxi driver. So the proud, nationalistic, loyal Pyotr Vassili Mironov, descendant of the noble Kamenskys, instead of inheriting the family's Kuryanovo estates in Russia, became a London cabbie in order to support his wife and children. My father had no choice but to finish his education early and make his own way in the world.
In those post-revolutionary years Grandpa's mother and sisters wrote to him. Their letters are painful in their careful and stoic descriptions of the deprivations of the Russian people. Then, at the height of the Stalinist purges, it obviously became too dangerous to write, and the letters stopped coming. From 1931 to the 1950s there were no letters, and then a flood.
These were the elegantly handwritten letters that came to reside, along with Pyotr's memoirs, in the trunk I inherited. Their revelations remained hidden for many years.
It was a question of finding a translator...
Then, as these things happen, a flurry of activity. Simon and Olga Geoghan did amazing work on those magical letters and Roger Silverman beautifully translated the memoirs. At last my sister and I were launched on a voyage of discovery that is not over yet.
The latest chapter has been the incredible discovery, thanks to the work of a researcher called Will Stewart, of a cache of letters from my grandfather, together with pictures of myself and my family, that had been hidden away in the Moscow apartment of a distant relative.
Excerpts from the Russian letters
Top Customer Reviews
Mirren is very straightforward and candid, and she doesn't hold back when describing things like her first sexual encounter and a drunken night on an Indian reservation that resulted in a tattoo on her hand. Although the stories are intriguing, the best aspect of the book is the stunning photography. There are pictures of Mirren as a young girl, on the sets of numerous theatrical productions, at her wedding to director Taylor Hackford, and on the red carpet at the 2007 Academy Awards, where she won the Best Actress Oscar for her performance in "The Queen." After reading this book and looking at all these photos, I feel like I've known Mirren for years, and I certainly wish that I have. She's intelligent, independent, honest, spirited, and funny...exactly the type of person that you'd make an effort to get to know. Fortunately, by reading "In the Frame," you'll have the opportunity to do just that.
Helen Mirren, my image of the perfect woman and actress, warts and all, beautiful to look at as she ages and beautiful in mind and soul as I got to know her a little better. I think she will love the title I chose for this review, like me, she's a little bit raunchy and rock 'n roll. Helen was asked why she wrote this book. It seems that she has been asked many times to write her story, but could not think it through. A good friend suggested she write it like a scrapbook. Helen has always been surrounded by pictures of herself, her family and what is important to her. She started with the pictures, and the words came pouring out. This is a lovely way to write a book, the gorgeous pictures give you a mind's eye picture of Helen at the time. One of the more innovative methods of writing about yourself.
Helen's father was from a royal Russian family who came to the UK and ended up as a very well educated cab driver. Helen loved this part of her life,getting to knwo her Russan ancestors. She explains the history of the family, and along with the pictures we get a feel for what life was like.
At 23, Helen visited a palm reader in the UK who told her that she would see her greatest success after the age of 45. How right she was!Read more ›
"In The Frame" is like a personal diary, scrapbook and photo album all in one. There are hundreds of compelling photos, from family snapshots to backstage candids to high-glamour fashion layouts. There are even some 19th-century photos from Russia.
The narrative takes you from Mirren's birth through her upbringing in England to her marriage with film director Taylor Hackford and Best Actress Oscar for "The Queen." She describes her first performance, at age 6, as the Virgin Mary. "All I had to do was sit there. The perfect role! I wish they had all been that easy. Sit tight, don't move, say nothing and let the costume do all the work." Mirren's recollections of the "Gosford Park" shoot include director Robert Altman deciding, halfway through the filming, that Mirren's character and actress Eileen Atkins' character should be sisters. Her Oscar acceptance speech is printed in full.
Here's the chapter list:
1. Russia: My father's Russian ancestry
2. Dad: Changing from Mironov to Mirren
3. Mum: An extraordinary woman -- making her dreams come true
4.Read more ›
Most Recent Customer Reviews
Fascinating read through THE QUEEN with great pixs throughout ~ Mirren fans will love this bookPublished 6 months ago by David W. Flack
loved this book...here is a performer at the height of her career and how interesting that her success is equally matched by that of an early love and friend, liam neesonPublished 17 months ago by pat fraser
Loved this book and the clear writing that I found quite authentic. Not the typical narcissistic celebrity memoir! Enjoyed the accompanying photos, too.Published 17 months ago by Sharon Rebar
what an interesting and well written book about a person and actor who is willing to share and give us a glimpse into the magical and lifelong love of theatre.Published 17 months ago by pat fraser