Washington Square has her as its protagonist. The phrase is a potent one, conjuring images of a mournful, solitary creature drowning in opulence — and to be honest I always found her slightly irritating.
When a woman has the means to make life her own plaything, the time to study the world’s wonders and no need to dread the arrival of the electricity bill, what has she got to be so unhappy about?It is the question that runs through my new book, Heiresses, which explores our fascination with these golden women, cossetted in couture and trapped in triplexes, whose supreme example — what one might call the uber-heiress — is the American-born Barbara Hutton.
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