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A few years ago, when I heard through the grapevine that Grey Gardens was up for rent, I thought it had to be a bizarre joke: What kind of a sick twist would pay to spend time in the notorious cat-and-rot-scented squalor so memorably depicted in the Maysles brothers\u2019 1975 documentary\u00a0Grey Gardens<\/em>? I knew Jackie O had paid to rehabilitate the place after Long Island authorities had nearly condemned it and ousted its inhabitants, Jackie\u2019s aunt Edith Ewing Bouvier Beale (Big Edie) and cousin Edith Bouvier Beale (Little Edie). After that embarrassment-driven overhaul, the place seemed briefly, passably\u00a0p\u00e2t\u00e9-worthy again\u2014but\u00a0still, it would have to be classified as \u201cfor niche tastes only.\u201d<\/p>\n

It turned out Grey Gardens had long since been renovated back into a glistening private playground for the intelligentsia A-list. (My ignorance of this fact confirmed me as an intelligentsia C-lister, at best.) After the demise of Big Edie, the Washington journalist and social doyenne Sally Quinn bought the house with her husband, Ben Bradlee, the Watergate-era executive editor at\u00a0the\u00a0Washington Post<\/em>. The capital\u2019s quintessential power couple paid a mere $225,000 for the house and grounds, and lovingly restored the estate to its 1930s glory; there, amid the rose bushes and chintz chaise lounges, they entertained the gods and goddesses of the film and political worlds. More recently, they offered to share Grey Gardens by renting it to those willing to pay $150,000 a month for the privilege. (It\u2019s now on the market for nearly $20 million.)\u00a0<\/p>\n

Sensing a now-or-never opportunity to get a firsthand glimpse of the place, I pitched a story on Grey Gardens and assailed Sally Quinn with a request to stay there. She kindly granted me a couple of days at the house. As I was then five months pregnant and terrified of running into Little Edie\u2019s ghost in the bathroom in the middle of the night, I toted along my research assistant, my reporting partner, and my French bulldog. (Everyone knows dogs can detect ghosts.)\u00a0Our luggage, to convey the spirit of homage, included a bevy of fur coats, turbans, and Fred Astaire records.<\/p>\n

When we opened the front door, I was ashamed of myself for having slighted the house in advance. Grey Gardens was perfectly glorious, a light-filled portal to an era of prewar gentility; the only thing missing was the fleet of scurrying, white-aproned maids. Little Edie had sold the house to Quinn with everything included, from couches to art to\u2014presumably\u2014the piano that crashed through a rotting floor when Quinn pressed one of its keys. She managed to salvage and resurrect a mountain of wicker furniture and countless other Beale-era objects, which still adorn the house\u2019s three vast floors.<\/p>\n

The formal gardens, the claw-foot bathtubs, the elaborate butler\u2019s pantry, the wicker dressing tables: this was all enchanting stuff, but what enthralled us most were the Grey Gardens libraries, the bulk of which were also inherited from the Beales; their books dwelled coquettishly alongside the Bradlees\u2019 later imports. More than anything else in that storied house, the books gave us an intimate, voyeuristic glimpse into the lives of the people who\u2019d lived there over the past century. Each evening, our little entourage bathed and dressed as if for a Beale cocktail party\u2014and then, champagne in hand, we settled in the living room, playing records and communing with the tomes.<\/p>\n

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The Beale collection was, of course, eccentric, but it also reminded us that its owners had, once upon a time, belonged to an elite social strata: there on the shelves rested crumbling copies of New York Social Register<\/em>, handbooks for East Hampton\u2019s exclusive Maidstone Club and the Riding Club of East Hampton, and chirpy diet manuals. (The Beale ladies lived, after all, in an era in which white satin bias-cut evening gowns were de rigueur.) Little Edie\u2019s remarkable silver-and-blue Deco bookplates\u2014featuring the face of a lovely, forlorn young woman\u2014had been pressed onto the interiors of the front covers.<\/p>\n

Naturally, the collection included early-edition novels by fashionable prewar writers. Various titles by Evelyn Waugh, Nancy Mitford, and Cecil Beaton implied a household interest in the goings-on of British society, whose scions had once been marriageable material for the likes of the Beale ladies, when they still fell into the category of \u201cdollar princesses.\u201d Sophisticated humor books abounded, including one particular gem, The Cynic\u2019s Calendar for Revised Wisdom<\/em>; although published in 1904, its delightful, smartass adages remain instructive today. (Among the best:\u00a0\u201cA fool and his honey are soon mated,\u201d\u00a0\u201cIf the wolf be at the door, open it and eat him,\u201d\u00a0and my personal favorite,\u00a0\u201cWhere there\u2019s a will there\u2019s a law suit.\u201d)<\/p>\n

Also on display: evidence of the Beales\u2019 expensive prep- and finishing-school educations. Though Little Edie wore her elite education irreverently at best, her textbooks and notebooks from Manhattan\u2019s Spence School and Miss Porter\u2019s in Connecticut depict some weighty studies: Latin, economics, the works. All of the books are full of scribbles and drawings: flappers sketched in profile, social schedules jotted down on endpapers. (Events included club luncheons at the Maidstone, dinner dances in Montauk, and a relentless barrage of birthday parties.) In an \u201cElementary Latin\u201d textbook, Little Edie instructs any would-be readers: \u201cIf lost, please return\u2014this book can\u2019t run or walk or speak so its [sic] up to you!\u201d<\/p>\n

Her irrepressible spirit is more alive than ever in these yellowing pages: a far cry from the polite, debutante handwriting prescribed to well-bred ladies at Miss Porter\u2019s, Little Edie\u2019s handwriting strives for individuality, with its lavish loops and pronounced slashes.\u00a0Perhaps predictably, she appears to have been a critic of all she read. \u201cEdith Beale had read this book,\u201d she scrawled on the inside cover of\u00a0Through Stained Glass<\/em>\u00a0by George Agnew Chamberlain, \u201cand says any other person that would read [it] is an ass!\u201d<\/p>\n

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The Grey Gardens shelves are also lined with what can best be described as pastime books, leftover from luxuriously idle beachfront childhoods: turn-of-the-century children\u2019s and nursery books, collections of poems and crossword puzzles. (\u201cCross word puzzles are my delight,\u201d wrote Little Edie in one book, which contains one unfinished puzzle with only two filled-in words: \u201cQarter\u201d [sic] and \u201cWASP<\/small>.\u201d) Yet the Beale family apparently also read, or at least owned, heartier fare: the complete works of Byron, Shakespeare, and Balzac stand alongside volumes of Milton, Burns, Proust, and Browning. (Little Edie reportedly wrote her own poetry until her death, in 2002). The conditions of these books run the gamut, from gently aged to wholly destroyed; one first edition of\u00a0Gone With the Wind\u00a0<\/em>actually appears to be melting, an effect I\u2019d never before seen in a book, no matter how misused.<\/p>\n

Interwoven with the Beale books are those collected by and gifted to the Bradlees. During our visit, a life-sized cardboard cutout of a soign\u00e9 Mr. Bradlee himself stood near the living room shelves, as though unwilling to miss out on a moment of this party.\u00a0His contributions to the literary fete were much less jocular\u2014A Democrat Looks at His Party<\/em>, The Nation\u2019s Safety and Arms Control<\/em>, and other such inside-the-Beltway fare\u2014although they\u2019re often festooned with lavishly appreciative inscriptions from their authors.<\/p>\n

In a sunroom off the living room, we discovered a trove of cloth-covered adventure and romance books tucked onto low shelves: mostly from the twenties\u00a0and thirties, they had in many cases swollen to twice their size, their pages thickened with sea air and salt and decades of gin-and-tonic fumes. These books we left alone: they were less for reading than beholding as disheveled, candy-colored artifacts, and somehow they pleased me more than the others.<\/p>\n

Sally Quinn admits that she is rolling the dice in offering up Grey Gardens to the fates. Perhaps a flush buyer with a Kennedy-Bouvier sweet tooth will come along, and Grey Gardens will continue to survive as a monument to WASP<\/small>-royalty-gone-awry. On the other hand, the house occupies some damn enviable real estate. \u201cThis home will not be attractive to a Russian oligarch,\u201d Quinn told the Times<\/em>\u2014but that glistening East Hampton shorefront might be, and anyone who fancies the view but not the house could easily hail the bulldozers.<\/p>\n

If this unhappy version of events comes to pass, hopefully Ms. Quinn will host a boozy party of a yard sale before the wrecking balls descend. And if so, a certain writer-journalist with the initials L. M. M. B.\u2014who now happens to live three thousand miles away in Los Angeles but still truly, utterly loves Grey Gardens\u2014will be on the first plane east, checkbook in hand. True, the Beales\u2019 books may miss the company of cats and raccoons\u2014but we do, at least, still have that French bulldog.<\/p>\n

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Lesley M. M. Blume is the author of\u00a0<\/em>Everybody Behaves Badly<\/a>.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

All photos by Annabelle Dunne, except where noted.<\/em><\/p>\n

The author would like to express deepest appreciation to Alison Forbes and Annabelle Dunne for returning to Grey Gardens to photograph the collections, to Glynnis MacNicol for braving the place during the maiden journey, and Yaya Blume-Macek, our mascot and chaperone.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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