I haven’t really mentioned booze yet. Considering that Hjördis’ reputation since her death has revolved around alcoholism; that seems like an oversight. However, chronologically there isn’t really that much to report before 1955. She was regularly photographed on nights-out, but there are precious few references to her alcohol consumption beyond attendance at cocktail parties.
April Clavell (the wife of author James Clavell), was friendly with Hjördis from the late 1960s, and told Graham Lord that she believed Hjördis acquired a very bad reputation for drinking back in her young days in Sweden. That could have come from a 1947 summons for drink driving, reported in the local press at a time when a rattfyllerist could end up with a two month prison sentence. Apart from that incident it just seems that she was no lightweight party-goer, which was probably a good thing considering her husbands’ social lives.
The nation’s most publicised non-conformists
It’s only the advent of the first, short-lived, Hollywood “Rat Pack” in 1955 that places Hjördis within a drinking culture. She and David were part of a group of friends who jokingly took the ratty title and engaged in such pursuits as celebrating Independence Day on Humphrey Bogart’s yacht (an occasion romanticised by David Niven in his autobiography and rubbished by Richard Burton in his diaries), as well as traveling en masse to occupy the front row seats at Noel Cowards’s comeback appearance in Las Vegas on 7th June, and then Judy Garland’s show at the Long Beach Auditorium on 11th July.
In May 1956 a Hollywood journalist attempted to dissect the different strata of Hollywood society. The millionaire top level was dubbed “The Pioneers” – the likes of Walt Disney and Sam Goldwyn. The second level were groups of big, established stars such as David Niven and Humphrey Bogart, collectively titled ‘The settled set’:
“On rare occasions, one might toss a sizeable party for visitors like Noel Coward or Laurence Olivier. But, most entertaining is done at small dinner parties. The groups intermingle but there are some clearly defined nuclei. Among them: The whimsical Holmby Hills Rat Pack with Lauren Bacall as den mother; Frank Sinatra, pack-master; Humphrey Bogart, rat in charge of public relations.”
Lauren Bacall is usually credited with coming up with the Rat Pack name, borrowed from headlines used at the time to describe juvenile gangs preying in Los Angeles. Holmby Hills was where Bacall and Bogart lived – known in 1956 as “the rich section of Beverly Hills”.
It was “America’s most exclusive social group,” according to Mike Romanoff, with tongue firmly in cheek. “It’s the one social group that stresses a capacity for sour mash bourbon over social background. The charter members include some of the nation’s most publicised non-conformists.”
Actually the Rat Pack was just a name for an amorphous group of Hollywood celebrities and friends of the Bogarts, who met at Romanoff’s for lunch whenever possible or convened at the Bogart house in Holmby Hills two or three evenings a week to chat and drink. With the occasional outing thrown in.
For the Judy Garland show, the associate producer dropped names like confetti when listing the celebrities who had bought tickets, including the Nivens, Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall, and Frank Sinatra. The group chartered a bus, complete with bar, to liven up their journey. The bus promptly got caught in traffic and took two hours to make the short trip to Long Beach. “The pack was practically siphoned off the bus,” a news feature reported, “and Judy got the whole lot up on stage with her. Once they got on stage they didn’t know how to get off.”
An audio recording of the evening includes the gradual arrival of the merry pack members on stage. It would be hard to imagine Hjördis willingly joining them up there, and in fact she and David were about the only ones who didn’t. Even Mike Romanoff got up, laughingly introduced by Frank Sinatra as “His Highness, Prince Michael Romanoff.” Twice. I guess that most of the audience didn’t get the joke.
In 1960, Hjördis wrote about the Nivens’ Hollywood social life following their time with the first Rat Pack:
“In our group we usually met for Sunday lunches, because most people were busy with film work and rarely had the time or energy to go out and let off steam in the evenings. We usually met half-an-hour beforehand, and took a dip before an exceptionally unconventional lunch, mostly served as a buffet or picnic. After lunch, some wanted to either play tennis, go back to the pool, or just sit and talk in the sun. At about eight o’clock everybody goes home.” [All very mature.]
One regular visitor to The Pink House was Grace Kelly: “She used to come in the morning when she wasn’t filming, and swim in our pool,” Hjördis remembered. “She also used to stay and eat leftovers with me.” Grace also used to spend a lot of time with David.
The fall-out depression from Hjördis’ miscarriages seemed to trigger more overt cries for attention from her always-busy other-half. Considering David Niven’s love of work, she really had to go some to get it.
Graham Lord’s “Niv” biography mentions that feigning illness was one of Hjördis’ weapons. “She was a bit of a hypochondriac,” Pat Medina said. “If anything didn’t go to her liking she gave a great performance of being ill and getting better, and I knew they were not always happy.”
Despite rumbles of trouble, the year ended on a high note with a Rat Pack party at Frank Sinatra’s house in Palm Springs. For Hjördis the note was heightened by the knowledge that 1956 would dawn with an unexpected, high-profile acting job which had just landed in her lap…. even more unexpectedly, it came with David’s approval.
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