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There was a moment, in his funeral oration for his sister, Diana, Princess of Wales, when Earl Spencer referred to her as ‘the most hunted person of the modern age’. No wonder, then, that Diana had frequently fantasised about escaping her life.
She dreamed of moving abroad, as though running away would magically give her the ‘normal life’ she craved. But just as ordinary girls only become princesses in fairy tales, it would take a fairy tale to turn this princess into an ordinary woman.
That is the story that I decided to write in my new novel, Untold Story.
My princess is a fictional character, based on Diana. She fulfils her fantasy and ten years on, living in a small town in the United States, she flicks through magazines searching for pictures from London, for a glimpse of her old life.
She sees an article about the concert that her sons have organised in Hyde Park, commemorating the decade of her ‘death’.
The fragile peace she has established is continually threatened by thoughts of what she has lost: not the glamour and glitz of royalty, but that which is most precious - her children.
Lydia - the assumed identity of my protagonist - shares many things in common with Diana. Adored by millions, in her personal life she has suffered rejection, heartbreak and betrayal.
Within a life of privilege, she frequently felt imprisoned and alone. Surrounded by the trappings of celebrity and the constant attentions of the Press, she fought to carve a meaningful role for herself in helping the needy and dispossessed.
Constrained by centuries-old tradition, she nevertheless refused to do as she was told. The contradictions and pressures of her situation fuelled her increasingly reckless behaviour.
But then comes the point of departure from Diana. My character does not die in a car crash in Paris. She has made an irrevocable decision: to stage her own death and begin this new life.
Over the years, I have often wondered what would have happened to Diana if her life had not been cut short by tragedy. At the time of her death she appeared to be at a crossroads, pushing forward as a serious humanitarian campaigner while her personal life grew ever more turbulent. Had she lived, how would she have matured into her 40s and beyond?
In the summer of 2009 I decided to write a short story based on that premise, bought a stack of books about Diana and began my research. I was utterly transfixed.
What was it that I found so riveting? There were many aspects, but I can pick out three in particular. The first was how rebellious Diana was.
Constrained by protocol and precedent, she frequently refused to follow the rules. She took enormous risks. When the Andrew Morton book Diana: Her True Story was serialised in a Sunday newspaper in June 1992, the revelations were so personal that the Establishment was truly scandalised.
Even before she was stripped of her HRH title, Diana would not be bound by the strictures of royalty. In her day-to-day life too, Diana’s actions sometimes appeared reckless.
In the spring of 1993, for example, while on a skiing holiday in Austria, she jumped off her hotel balcony into a snow bank in order to escape her security officer and stay out all night, presumably with a lover. Eventually she refused to have any police protection, fearing that they would spy on her, and wanting to be free to act as she pleased.
The second aspect that drew me in - and I believe it was why millions of people related to her so strongly - is the way that she suffered.
Whether it was by sharing the details of her eating disorder or of her husband’s infidelities, Diana reached out as no other royal had ever done.
She was ‘the most beautiful woman in the world’, and yet her husband had rejected her. But her suffering increased her popular appeal. As Tina Brown wrote in her brilliant biography of Diana, ‘pain made her luminous’.
Thirdly, I was fascinated by how often Diana longed to escape her life which was, despite how she kicked against it, suffocating in many ways. She lived under such intense scrutiny and pressure that a lesser mortal might have disintegrated.
Sometimes, of course, the strain did show. In her 1995 Panorama interview, Diana revealed that earlier in her marriage ‘friends of my husband were indicating that I was unstable, sick and should be put in a home of some sort to get better so I wouldn’t be an embarrassment’.
They didn’t get their way, nor would Diana take medication. But her addiction to alternative therapies was surely some kind of release mechanism for a life that was, at times, unbearably stressful.
She also dreamed about leading an ordinary life. With her lovers, she enjoyed ‘playing house’, cooking or ironing their shirts.
When ‘the love of her life’, Pakistani heart surgeon Hasnat Khan, took her out for an evening at Ronnie Scott’s jazz club in London’s Soho, she was delighted to mingle unnoticed in the queue outside, disguised in a black wig and glasses.
She thought that if she moved abroad she could escape some of the pressure, and considered the States a possible destination - somewhere that celebrity the size of hers could somehow be absorbed.
So I began thinking, what if . . .?
Although there are significant points of similarity with Diana, my character is clearly fictional. Lydia, as she becomes known, is different from the real Princess, both in small ways and in large.
One major point of difference is that she does something I believe Diana would never have done. As part of her staged death, she leaves her boys.
Whatever anyone thought of her — and Diana had her detractors as well as many ardent fans — one thing that was never in doubt about her is that she was an utterly devoted mother.
But Diana did, on occasion, voice to friends her suspicion that she would be done away with.
In 1995 she wrote a note to her butler Paul Burrell saying that someone in the Establishment was ‘planning an accident in my car, brake failure and serious head injury’.
My princess not only suspects, she is totally convinced that she will be assassinated by the secret service. On the verge of a nervous breakdown, believing that her children will, in any case, be deprived of their mother when she is killed and thinking that there will be a way she can be reunited with them later, she decides, instead, to take her fate into her own hands.
After a period in hiding, Lydia settles in small-town America and establishes a life - work, friendships, a relationship with a man. She has altered her appearance, and ten years have passed since her ‘death’.
Although she is haunted by the loss of her children, she is at least secure in the knowledge that her secret will never be uncovered - until a chance encounter with a member of the paparazzi robs her of that certainty and a game of cat-and-mouse begins.
Of course, it is a fantasy, a fairy tale. Yes, I took my cue from Diana’s escape fantasy. But mainly, I was interested in exploring identity - that which makes a person who they are. How much of what shapes us is innate, and how much is determined by our environment?
sourceShe dreamed of moving abroad, as though running away would magically give her the ‘normal life’ she craved. But just as ordinary girls only become princesses in fairy tales, it would take a fairy tale to turn this princess into an ordinary woman.
That is the story that I decided to write in my new novel, Untold Story.
My princess is a fictional character, based on Diana. She fulfils her fantasy and ten years on, living in a small town in the United States, she flicks through magazines searching for pictures from London, for a glimpse of her old life.
She sees an article about the concert that her sons have organised in Hyde Park, commemorating the decade of her ‘death’.
The fragile peace she has established is continually threatened by thoughts of what she has lost: not the glamour and glitz of royalty, but that which is most precious - her children.
Lydia - the assumed identity of my protagonist - shares many things in common with Diana. Adored by millions, in her personal life she has suffered rejection, heartbreak and betrayal.
Within a life of privilege, she frequently felt imprisoned and alone. Surrounded by the trappings of celebrity and the constant attentions of the Press, she fought to carve a meaningful role for herself in helping the needy and dispossessed.
Constrained by centuries-old tradition, she nevertheless refused to do as she was told. The contradictions and pressures of her situation fuelled her increasingly reckless behaviour.
But then comes the point of departure from Diana. My character does not die in a car crash in Paris. She has made an irrevocable decision: to stage her own death and begin this new life.
Over the years, I have often wondered what would have happened to Diana if her life had not been cut short by tragedy. At the time of her death she appeared to be at a crossroads, pushing forward as a serious humanitarian campaigner while her personal life grew ever more turbulent. Had she lived, how would she have matured into her 40s and beyond?
In the summer of 2009 I decided to write a short story based on that premise, bought a stack of books about Diana and began my research. I was utterly transfixed.
What was it that I found so riveting? There were many aspects, but I can pick out three in particular. The first was how rebellious Diana was.
Constrained by protocol and precedent, she frequently refused to follow the rules. She took enormous risks. When the Andrew Morton book Diana: Her True Story was serialised in a Sunday newspaper in June 1992, the revelations were so personal that the Establishment was truly scandalised.
Even before she was stripped of her HRH title, Diana would not be bound by the strictures of royalty. In her day-to-day life too, Diana’s actions sometimes appeared reckless.
In the spring of 1993, for example, while on a skiing holiday in Austria, she jumped off her hotel balcony into a snow bank in order to escape her security officer and stay out all night, presumably with a lover. Eventually she refused to have any police protection, fearing that they would spy on her, and wanting to be free to act as she pleased.
The second aspect that drew me in - and I believe it was why millions of people related to her so strongly - is the way that she suffered.
Whether it was by sharing the details of her eating disorder or of her husband’s infidelities, Diana reached out as no other royal had ever done.
She was ‘the most beautiful woman in the world’, and yet her husband had rejected her. But her suffering increased her popular appeal. As Tina Brown wrote in her brilliant biography of Diana, ‘pain made her luminous’.
Thirdly, I was fascinated by how often Diana longed to escape her life which was, despite how she kicked against it, suffocating in many ways. She lived under such intense scrutiny and pressure that a lesser mortal might have disintegrated.
Sometimes, of course, the strain did show. In her 1995 Panorama interview, Diana revealed that earlier in her marriage ‘friends of my husband were indicating that I was unstable, sick and should be put in a home of some sort to get better so I wouldn’t be an embarrassment’.
They didn’t get their way, nor would Diana take medication. But her addiction to alternative therapies was surely some kind of release mechanism for a life that was, at times, unbearably stressful.
She also dreamed about leading an ordinary life. With her lovers, she enjoyed ‘playing house’, cooking or ironing their shirts.
When ‘the love of her life’, Pakistani heart surgeon Hasnat Khan, took her out for an evening at Ronnie Scott’s jazz club in London’s Soho, she was delighted to mingle unnoticed in the queue outside, disguised in a black wig and glasses.
She thought that if she moved abroad she could escape some of the pressure, and considered the States a possible destination - somewhere that celebrity the size of hers could somehow be absorbed.
So I began thinking, what if . . .?
Although there are significant points of similarity with Diana, my character is clearly fictional. Lydia, as she becomes known, is different from the real Princess, both in small ways and in large.
One major point of difference is that she does something I believe Diana would never have done. As part of her staged death, she leaves her boys.
Whatever anyone thought of her — and Diana had her detractors as well as many ardent fans — one thing that was never in doubt about her is that she was an utterly devoted mother.
But Diana did, on occasion, voice to friends her suspicion that she would be done away with.
In 1995 she wrote a note to her butler Paul Burrell saying that someone in the Establishment was ‘planning an accident in my car, brake failure and serious head injury’.
My princess not only suspects, she is totally convinced that she will be assassinated by the secret service. On the verge of a nervous breakdown, believing that her children will, in any case, be deprived of their mother when she is killed and thinking that there will be a way she can be reunited with them later, she decides, instead, to take her fate into her own hands.
After a period in hiding, Lydia settles in small-town America and establishes a life - work, friendships, a relationship with a man. She has altered her appearance, and ten years have passed since her ‘death’.
Although she is haunted by the loss of her children, she is at least secure in the knowledge that her secret will never be uncovered - until a chance encounter with a member of the paparazzi robs her of that certainty and a game of cat-and-mouse begins.
Of course, it is a fantasy, a fairy tale. Yes, I took my cue from Diana’s escape fantasy. But mainly, I was interested in exploring identity - that which makes a person who they are. How much of what shapes us is innate, and how much is determined by our environment?
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