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Gertrude "Gertie" Legendre was a society heiress from South Carolina who lived a charmed life during the 1920s and 1930s. But the attack on Pearl Harbor gave her a different focus and she joined the OSS (the predecessor to the CIA). First in Washington and then in London, some of the most closely-held government secrets passed through her hands. As the Allies advanced into France in September 1944, she was ordered to Paris. Headstrong and eager "to smell the fighting," she fell into Nazi hands. Subjected to repeated interrogations, including by the SS, she held to the fiction that she was merely a U.S. embassy clerk. Her toughness averted a potential intelligence disaster, and unlike most prisoners, Gertie was presumed valuable to Nazis who knew they'd soon need a bargaining chip with the victors. Moved from city to city throughout Germany for six months before her dramatic escape into Switzerland, she was able to witness the collapse of Hitler's Reich as no other American did.
A Guest of the Reich provides a propulsive, heart-racing account of a little-known chapter in the story of the war, and a vivid portrait of a truly extraordinary woman.
Author Notes
PETER FINN is the National Security Editor at The Washington Post. He is also the co-author of The Zhivago Affair- The Kremlin, the CIA and the Battle over a Forbidden Book, a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award for non-fiction and a finalist for the Pushkin House Russian Book Prize. The Zhivago Affair has been translated into eight languages. He lives in northern Virginia.
Reviews (4)
Publisher's Weekly Review
Finn (coauthor, The Zhivago Affair), national security editor at the Washington Post, keenly draws a portrait of the wartime derring-do of Gertrude "Gertie" Legendre (1902--2000), socialite, heiress, and teenage big-game hunter who inspired the Broadway play Holiday. After the attack on Pearl Harbor, while her husband Sidney was stationed in Hawaii and their daughters were being cared for by nannies, Legendre insinuated herself into the Office of Strategic Services, the intelligence agency that preceded the CIA. In September 1944, on leave outside recently liberated Paris and "against all common sense and training," she accidentally crossed enemy lines. The Nazis arrested her, and she was interrogated often, but she remained undaunted and, after six months, escaped into Switzerland. Finn wisely depends on Legendre's diaries, which exhibit not only her wit and pluck but her racism, anti-Semitism, entitlement, and ego (of stealing hot water rations intended for fellow prisoners' baths , she writes, "I felt classed with the other wily women of the ages, but unashamed--I was keeping cleaner than the others"), and ably fills in historical context. Legendre was an extraordinary woman, whose "journey through Hitler's collapsing Reich" will appeal to anyone equally enamored of glamour and wartime adventure. (Sept.)
Kirkus Review
Fast-paced account of an American woman working with military intelligence who was captured by the Nazis.Washington Post national security editor Finn (co-author: The Zhivago Affair: The Kremlin, the CIA, and the Battle Over a Forbidden Book, 2014) follows the story of a rich and adventurous American woman who joined the OSS, the predecessor of the CIA, after Pearl Harbor. Born to a wealthy family, Gertrude "Gertie" Legendre (1902-2000) was more interested in outdoor life than socializing, and she became a world-traveling big-game hunter who collected specimens for top museums. But when her husband, Sidney, joined the war effort, she took a job with the OSS, first in Washington, D.C., and then in London. After the liberation of Paris, she found her way to the city and then to the front. However, Allied troops had fallen back from where she thought they were, and she and her companions found themselves under enemy fire and were forced to surrender. She was the first American woman in uniform to be captured by the Germans. From the start, Gertie was suspected of being a spy, kept under close guard, and faced with hard questioning, though never with torture. Finn chronicles her ordeal as she was moved around Germany based on original documents, including Gertie's own letters and diaries as well as official OSS archives. The result is a fascinating look at the treatment of POWs during the final year of the ware.g., the hotel reserved for important French hostages where Gertie spent her last few weeks in captivity or the general availability of wine for upper-class prisoners even when there was not enough clean water for washing. The author provides added interest with his profiles of several other figures of historical note, including war photographer Margaret Bourke-White and OSS chief "Wild Bill" Donovan. Finn combines solid research and good storytelling skills to bring Gertie and her era to life for contemporary readers.A little-known chapter of World War II history with an intriguing American intelligence agent in the leading role. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Booklist Review
Gertrude Legendre was no ordinary prisoner of war. For much of the six months she spent in German custody she was, as journalist Finn (The Zhivago Affair, 2014) names her, a ""guest of the Reich,"" one of a select group of prisoners whose social status won them special treatment. In this biographical adventure story, Finn vividly depicts the rarefied position from which this globetrotting, big game-hunting, unabashedly elitist old-school WASP experienced life in the 1920s, '30s and '40s. Separated from her naval officer husband in wartime, Legendre became a low-level administrator for the Office of Strategic Services (OSS), moving from Washington to London and finally to France, where an ill-judged sightseeing trip to the front line put her in German hands. Finn captures Legendre's quick-witted responses to the dangers of interrogation and the contrasts, often expressed in her own voice, between her imprisonment and the experiences of other prisoners and German civilians in the last days of the war. Legendre's life makes for a captivating historical yarn and a unique addition to the cultural history of World War II.--Sara Jorgensen Copyright 2010 Booklist
Library Journal Review
Toward the end of 1944, heiress Gertrude Legendre and her naval officer colleague Bob Jennings were stationed in liberated France and wished to see the action on the front lines. Crossing paths with a counterintelligence friend of Jennings and another officer with clearance of the area, the four headed out. Unbeknown to the group, the area had reverted to German occupation. The party was quickly pinned down by German snipers, and Legendre became a "guest" of the Reich. Finn (coauthor, The Zhivago Affair) shows that Legendre was anything but the average rich society hostess; she possessed an unquenchable desire for adventure, preferring long hunting expeditions to society gatherings. Her unshakable persona convinced the Nazis that she was a fluffy American heiress who bought her way into a useless military position. In reality, Legendre was a employee of the OSS entrusted with top-secret information, routing cables for the Allies. Yet she managed to reveal nothing, to maintain her social status facade, and eventually pull off a breathtaking escape. VERDICT This riveting account of a little-known historical personality will appeal to World War II and general history fans alike. [See Prepub Alert, 3/11/19.]--Stacy Shaw, Denver
Excerpts
Excerpts
from chapter 1: PARIS [...] Gertie wasn't classically beautiful, describing herself unkindly as a "moon-faced, buxom girl." But she radiated confidence and resolve, and her brown eyes and laughing smile were immediately winning. Her grandfather nicknamed her Spunky, and the moniker captured something essential about the girl, and later the woman, with the sometimes fierce mien. Her face, quicksilver in its expressiveness, could open in sparkling enthusiasm or crease in sour distaste. When she was five or six and her governess swept her hair up in a blue taffeta bow that held a corkscrew curl over her forehead, Gertie cut off the twirl of hair with scissors, infuriating the household. Gertie was self-possessed, impatient, charming, and courageous and appeared to those who met her in London and Paris to be an archetypal American woman endowed with a kind of bullying certainty, as if she had just strolled, cigarette in hand, out of a celluloid frame. "When Gertrude felt strongly about anything all opposition died a quick if not graceful death," her husband said. Another less forgiving observer said, "I have to leave my personality at the door. There's no one in the room but her. She fills up all the space." She was, in fact, the inspiration for the character Katharine Hepburn played in the movie Holiday, based on the 1928 Broadway play by Gertie's friend Philip Barry. Hepburn's character is an amusing, cocky, sometimes abrasive society girl who wants to escape the confining expectations of her family's fabulous wealth. The play, with a light, comic touch, captured some of the undercurrents of dissatisfaction with the materialism of the Jazz Age just before the crash, but without ever probing the theme too deeply. Gertie's desire for escape, too, was more intuitive than the result of any great introspection. "I look ahead. I always have," Gertie said. "I don't contemplate life; I live it." It was a philosophy that would steer her and others toward tragedy. Just a couple of weeks before her visit to the Ritz bar, Gertie got her orders to leave England and join the new office the OSS was opening on the Champs-Élysées, where she would also run the communications office. She also agreed to take on the added, volunteer duty of helping to organize a Paris club for the Supreme Headquarters Allied Expeditionary Force (SHAEF), the command of General Eisenhower. The club was to be located in Paris's Grand Hotel, with a cafeteria, a dancing hall, a bar, and an information bureau. She was to serve as the American representative on the organizing committee with the wives of Anthony Eden, the British foreign secretary, and Marie-Pierre Koenig, military governor of Paris. Since D-day on June 6, Gertie had been pining to get across the channel because London seemed "dead as a doornail." "Life has moved to Normandy, and it makes me want to go too," she said. Gertie felt overlooked because many of her male colleagues, including the head of the London branch, Colonel David K. E. Bruce, had already made it to France. "I only wish I could be jeeping my way in on their cloud of dust," she said, complaining that "a female civilian is the worst thing you can be in a war." There was lots to envy. Bruce entered Paris, still occupied by some German forces, in the company of Ernest Hemingway and his band of irregulars. "Everyone thrust drinks at us that they had been hoarding for this occasion," Bruce wrote in his diary. "It was impossible to refuse them, but the combination was enough to wreck one's constitution. In the course of the afternoon, we had beer, cider, white and red Bordeaux, white and red Burgundy, champagne, rum, whiskey, cognac, armagnac, and Calvados." Gertie's boss and Hemingway raced through side streets until they emerged behind the Arc de Triomphe, which they ascended at the invitation of the French captain guarding it. They looked out over "the golden dome of the Invalides, the green roof of the Madelaine, Sacre-Coeur." The air shook with the sound of tank fire, and the arch itself was under attack from snipers, but the view "was breathtaking." Back on the street, where they hid behind a tank during a gun battle, a man dove in beside Bruce, asked if the Americans would like to drink some champagne, and led the group through a confusion of gunfire--"every side street seemed enfiladed"--to several iced magnums at his luxurious apartment on the avenue Foch. The ultimate goal, especially for Hemingway, was the Ritz, which was almost completely deserted when the writer's ragtag group of fighters strode through its doors on the Place Vendôme. Claude Auzello, the "elegantly unruffled" manager, asked what he could do for them. "We answered we would like 50 martini cocktails," Bruce wrote in his diary. "They were not very good, as the bartender had disappeared, but they were followed by a superb dinner"-- soup, creamed spinach, raspberries in liqueur, and Perrier-Jouët champagne. Gertie feared that the adventures would all end before she could witness the U.S. Army on the march. "Her obsession was to see the battle," recalled a friend, who described her as "completely fearless" and with "the vitality of ten men." Gertie finally took off from Croydon in south London on September 17, with seven other OSS employees transferring to France. It was a country she knew well from before the war, remembering, apart from the Ritz, "summers in Biarritz, St. Jean de Luz, and Cap Antibes, the color and odor of Riviera flowers and the deep blue of the Mediterranean." They flew low over the countryside, and the France that greeted her was a vista of flattened villages, toppled spires, and fields pitted by shells. Outside her port window, a formation of B-17 Flying Fortress bombers swept by, heading back to England after another mission in the relentless pounding of Germany. The pilot came in low over the Paris rooftops, circling the city center to allow a view of the iconic and intact landmarks, before descending to Orly Airport, where a newly repaired runway was still a gouge of red dust. Gertie had arranged to stay with a friend from their days in London, Marian Hall, who worked with the Red Cross and had recently rented a flat on the rue François 1er, near the Champs-Élysées. Gertie also planned to volunteer with the Red Cross, as she had in the United States right after Pearl Harbor. Electricity, heat, and food were all in short supply, but Paris crackled with a "great gaiety of spirit." "I am getting used to cold baths, candles and no heat," she wrote to her husband. The OSS building was still being renovated, so the arrivals from London were free to roam. "During the day, I walked around Paris, amazed at how beautiful it still was," Gertie recalled. "The Parisians looked exhausted, although less shabby than Londoners. Always alert to fashion, young girls were painting their wooden heels to match the hue of their lips. Pedestrians and cyclists filled the streets." The shops, although largely empty of goods, were decorated with red, white, and blue flags and ribbons. "It's really gay and stimulating and I'm sure the GIs love it." As she walked down the Champs-Élysées, an approaching American, also in uniform, saluted her. "I looked around to see who was behind me," Gertie recalled. "Then it dawned on me--the uniform." Everything was a little disconcerting. With almost no cars on the streets, Paris seemed strangely serene, as if it were awakening, not yet restored to its old noisy bustle. Gertie checked in each day with the OSS, but the renovations were slow going, and her boss decided to give some of the staff a formal five-day leave. It was her first official break in more than a year, and she "decided to chance luck to turn up something interesting to do" with the free time. That Friday afternoon in September, her first stop was the Ritz, where she soon found herself in the company of a group of American reporters. They were leaving the next day for Luxembourg, near where elements of the Third Army under General George Patton were headquartered. Gertie knew Patton from London and they had had dinner and attended the theater together. "It is always fun to meet the guys who run the war, and though less attractive than some, we had a good evening," she recalled. The chattering reporters prompted a stab of envy. "I wanted so desperately to see troops on the move, to actually feel the urgency of war, and to know more of what it really meant," Gertie said. She could not get that feeling in Paris. The city, now well behind the front lines, was a playground for officers and GIs. Eisenhower, at first, had considered leaving Paris in German hands for the short term, concerned about bloody street fighting and then feeding a vast civilian population when his troops could be better deployed chasing the retreating Germans across northern France. Better, the military initially calculated, to "bypass and encircle it, then await the inevitable capitulation of the isolated garrison." General Charles de Gaulle, the leader of the Free French Forces, objected strenuously and argued that Paris would be razed by vengeful Nazis, which had happened in Warsaw earlier that month as Soviet troops stood by on the opposite bank of the Vistula River. There must be no such cold-bloodedness by the Allies. Through his characteristic hauteur and bluster, de Gaulle got his way. Eisenhower moved up the attack on the city, which swiftly fell. At the liberated Ritz, Gertie spotted Bob Jennings, a wiry, sandy-haired navy officer and World War I aviator. He was a friend of her husband's; Gertie also knew him from London, where they had met socially several times at cocktail parties. Originally from Michigan's Upper Peninsula, the forty-nine-year-old Cornell graduate had prospered in the Texas oil industry and in investment banking during the interwar years. His security background check for the OSS noted that he had "accumulated a comfortable fortune in the oil business and is worth four or five hundred thousand dollars." After Pearl Harbor, Jennings reenlisted and served in the Aleutians, the Alaska islands seized by the Japanese in June 1942 and retaken by the United States after some bitter fighting the following year. Jennings, a lieutenant commander, had been transferred in 1943 to the London branch of the OSS. His assignment was to help the spy service with its air operations; OSS relations with the U.S. Army Air Forces were often strained as the spies battled to secure planes to conduct their work. Jennings was also at loose ends. He was scheduled to leave for London early the following week and from there to return to the United States. He had promised his mother he would be able to spend Christmas with her. Listening to the reporters, he, too, was soon infatuated with the idea of getting closer to the western front, though one of the reporters also discussed the risks. Bill Hearst of the International News Service, the agency founded by his father, William Randolph Hearst, told Jennings that three correspondents had recently been captured. Edward W. Beattie Jr. of the United Press, John Mecklin of The Chicago Sun, and Wright Bryan of NBC and The Atlanta Journal had stumbled into German hands while driving near the French city of Chaumont. The front lines were dangerously fluid. Jennings, undaunted, said he could borrow an old Peugeot convertible, originally German property but now with "USA" tags and an American flag sticker on its bumper. The car was a little dilapidated, Jennings confessed, but it would get them there and back. Gertie said she could possibly arrange for them to say hello to Patton at his headquarters near Luxembourg. At the last minute, the trip became all the more urgent for Gertie. She had gotten a letter from her husband, Sidney, telling her that he had finally been granted permission to travel home from Hawaii for a break--the first leave he had received since he was commissioned after Pearl Harbor. "The impossible has happened," he told her, "a months duty on the mainland and a months leave, making a total of two months on the mainland . . . It will be such heaven to pick up our lives again." He said he would leave Oahu on October 1 and suggested they meet in New York City, where their two young children, Landine, eleven, and Bokara, four, had been in the care of their longtime nanny. Gertie and Sidney both missed their girls, but with none of the fervor they felt for each other. Children, in their milieu, were to be enjoyed, but in small doses; the quotidian work of parenting was best left to maids and governesses. "Watching their lives," their youngest daughter commented, "was like looking at a movie in installments--most of which I never saw." Gertie now knew that the trip to Luxembourg might well be her last chance to get close to the front in order "to smell the fighting." She could get up and back for one last adventure before flying home to Sidney; she felt sure Bruce would sanction her reassignment. "Just received this minute the great news about your return to the States on leave. Hooray! Hooray! How marvelous," Gertie wrote back to her husband. "Of course I can return and will . . . beat it home in all speed . . . a little shooting, a bit of sea and sun life and Oh what fun together. [Here's] to our happy future darling--I too can't wait." Excerpted from A Guest of the Reich: The Story of American Heiress Gertrude Legendre and Her Dramatic Captivity and Daring Escape from Nazi Germany by Peter Finn All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.