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In addition to interviewing people who knew Diana, I have read thousands of newspaper articles and several dozen books about her. Many of these accounts are filled with conflicting assertions unsupported by evidence, with numerous anonymous quotes. Because I have no knowledge of
the sources behind these statements, I decided against using anonymous quotes from secondary sources, unless I cite them for a specific purpose and identify their origin. Any unattributed quotations in this book are from my own interviews with sources I have judged knowledgeable and trustworthy. I have also included a detailed notes section to help guide the reader.

The British press will doubtless take a dim view of this book—in part because it presents an unflattering view of the role of the tabloid reporters, but also because they feel they “own” Diana. The British tabloids were as much players as observers in Diana’s life; analyzing their impact on her is as important as understanding her relationship with her family, her husband, her lovers, and her friends.

While others have purported to tell Diana’s “true story,” “secret life,” “real story,” or “untold story,” this book explores the interplay of Diana’s character and temperament. It doesn’t deal with quotidian details of Diana’s life and her surroundings; nor does it attempt to be the final word, which would only be possible if everyone who knew her well agreed to speak unguardedly, on the record. The opening of Diana’s archives would shed further light, although she shredded many sensitive documents, and
after her death, friends and relatives destroyed medical records and what one friend called “incriminating” love letters.

It may ultimately be impossible to fully explain Diana because she was so mercurial. Even those close to her had trouble grasping what was going on in her mind. Her moods were volatile, causing her friends and relatives to walk on eggshells to avoid provoking her. “
Sometimes she appeared to change from one moment to the next,” her second cousin Robert Spencer told me. “One time she would be sweet and glad to see you, the next she would be distant.” These frequent shifts in her personality reflected her fragile sense of herself and the turbulence of her emotions.

Richard Kay, a
Daily Mail
reporter who became one of Diana’s confidants during the last five years of her life, often wrote about her with great certitude, but admitted to me that he wasn’t sure how much he really knew about her. Only hours before she died on August 31, 1997, Diana called to tell him that “
she had decided to radically change her life. She was going to complete her obligations … and then, around November, would completely withdraw from her formal public life.… It was a dream sequence I’d heard from her before, but this time I knew she meant it.” Kay wrote those words the day after Diana’s death, but eight months later, he said, “
My feeling was at that time she meant it, but she could have changed the next week.” It may be that recognizing such unpredictability is the beginning of wisdom about Diana, Princess of Wales.

Chapter 1

D
iana
was driving through the English countryside one day in 1984 with Michael Shea, press secretary to the Queen, when they noticed a huge billboard ahead with an enormous photograph of Diana’s face. “Oh no!” Diana exclaimed. “What’s that?” As they came closer, they could see that the billboard was an advertisement for a book that had been written about her. Diana buried her face in her hands, exclaiming that she could no longer tell where her public image stopped and her private self began.

She spoke those words three years into her marriage to Prince Charles, but her anguished confusion stayed with her to the end. From the moment she stepped into the limelight in September 1980 to her violent death seventeen years later, Diana was swept along in an ever-expanding persona, even as she searched frantically for her own identity. When she first appeared on the world stage, Lady Diana Spencer was a nineteen-year-old who had been raised with limited expectations: that she marry a fellow aristocrat and fulfill her duty as a wife and mother. Her marriage to the future King of England thrust on her a public identity that she could never square with her muddled sense of self.

The world probably would have heard little of Diana Spencer had she not married the Prince of Wales. “She would either have been a countrywoman, just like her sisters, and dissolved into the atmosphere,” said a male friend who knew her from her teenage years, “or she would have married an achiever who offered more of a challenge but would have gone off and had an affair, and she would have divorced the husband in short order.”

Diana lived only thirty-six years, all of them amid privilege and wealth: the first half in the rarefied cocoon of the British upper class, the second in the highly visible bubble of royal protocol and pageantry. Her married life was unnatural by any measure—“
bizarre,” her brother Charles, Earl
Spencer, called it in his eulogy of Diana. Much of her royal existence was lonely and regimented, but tabloid headlines invested its large and small events with high drama.

Simply assuming the title of princess transformed Diana. As Douglas Hurd, the former foreign secretary, put it, “
She needed to be royal to succeed.” But others have joined the royal family without becoming larger-than-life celebrities. Diana’s extraordinary impact resulted to a great degree from her physical presence.

She was endowed with undeniable attributes. Her beauty was singular, especially her big blue eyes, the most expressive of all facial features. “
They look so wondering and modest,” a Norwegian photographer once remarked. Her height (five foot ten) and lithe figure allowed her to carry clothing exquisitely. If she had been a haughty ice queen, or even strikingly confident, her appeal would have been limited. What made her so charismatic was the combination of her looks and her air of accessibility. “
She has a sympathetic face,” her father once said, “the sort that you can’t help but trust.”

Diana had a knack for seeming to be open with people—offering the same small glimpses to everyone, while effectively masking what was really going on. “
People adore her because whenever she speaks to them she reveals some small nugget of information about herself or her family,” observed Catherine Stott in
The Sunday Telegraph
in 1984. “Nothing she says is ever embarrassing or indiscreet. People feel that they are getting more than they actually are from her.” As one of Diana’s former aides explained it, Diana knew just how far to go: “People would ask her the most intimate questions, and she knew how to answer them sweetly while actually blowing them off. But because all those intimate details were out there, people felt they knew her.”

She lacked arrogance, and she connected effortlessly with her social inferiors. “She had the gift of making other people feel very good,” said one of her friends. “She was a princess, but she could step down and make you feel special.” With her informality and easy small talk, she seemed an outsider in her own class. Before marrying Charles she even worked as a housecleaner. “
I am much closer to people at the bottom than to people at the top,” she told
Le Monde
in the last interview before her death. Yet unlike her sister-in-law Sarah Ferguson, the Duchess of York, Diana maintained a regal dignity.


I don’t go by a rule book, I lead from the heart, not the head,” Diana said. Her meager formal education enhanced her appeal as well. She frequently belittled her intelligence, saying she was “
thick as a plank” or had a “
brain the size of a pea.” While she lacked intellectual curiosity and discipline, she had a practical, canny mind. “
She was an entirely intuitive person,”
said journalist and historian Paul Johnson. “She was not particularly good at rational processes, but she could get on well with people because she could grasp ideas if they had emotional importance to her. She was very quick, and quick to sense what people wanted.” One secret of her charm, according to interior designer Nicholas Haslam, a friend for several years, was “
she could appear to be talking about something to anyone. She was a conversational chameleon.”

She had an agile, teasing sense of humor that included a sure grasp of the absurd and an instinct for punchy ripostes. During a party at Christie’s auction house in London, “
My friend Paolo said to Diana, ‘Gosh, you’re brown,’ ” recalled Haslam. “ ‘W-8!’ Diana said. I thought a minute and realized she meant she had been sitting in the sun outside Kensington Palace,” her home in the London postal code W-8. “She was sharp as a sharp pencil,” said a woman who knew her well, “fast with repartee. She got the point of stories. She got the point of all the people in the room.”

But in the solitude of her apartment at Kensington Palace, the engaging public Diana often descended into a lonely, adolescent solipsism. “
The time spent alone reviewing every situation and having no friends was for planning and plotting,” said Haslam. Diana would dwell on her perceived inadequacies, ponder the betrayals of her past and present, and think obsessively about her enemies, both real and imagined. Her thoughts would plunge her into tears and sometimes vengeful schemes. At such moments, she made her worst decisions. “
If you have a mind that doesn’t connect together in a coherent way, and great instincts on the other hand, it is an interesting but odd mind,” said film producer David Puttnam, a friend for more than a decade who adored her. “I don’t like it that she sat around alone. When people like Diana put together bits of intuition and they don’t have the ability to really analyze, they start spinning in space.”

In public, Diana betrayed little evidence of her emotional storms—a testament to her stiff upper lip, her talent for disguise, and her determination to keep the lid on. “
I always used to think Diana would make a very good actress because she would play out any role she chose,” wrote her former nanny Mary Clarke.

Because of her quicksilver temperament, Diana could slip easily from one mood to another, confounding those around her. “
If she would say we will do this or go here, she was totally reliable,” said fashion entrepreneur Roberto Devorik, a longtime friend. “But in her actions, she was like a roller coaster.” In his eulogy, her brother Charles lauded Diana’s “
levelheadedness and strength.” In some circumstances—giving advice or supporting friends in distress—she admirably displayed these traits. In many other situations, usually those in which she was emotionally involved, she could as easily be irrational and weak. “She was a curious mixture of incredible
maturity and immaturity, like a split personality,” said one of her friends. “It was so extraordinary how she handled ordinary people, but at the same time she did silly and childlike things. She was very impulsive.”

Charles Spencer also praised her “
honesty,” but as he once admitted, “
She had real difficulty telling the truth purely because she liked to embellish things.” It was hard to take Diana’s words at face value, since she so often said things to make a point, whether or not she contradicted a previous account. She had other motivations for dissembling as well—protecting herself or attracting attention—and throughout her adult life, her tendency to take liberties with the truth often caused problems.

Many of the people around Diana tolerated her dishonesty. “
At least once … she lied to me outright,” wrote her friend Clive James. “She looked me straight in the eye when she said this so I could see how plausible she could be when she was telling a whopper.” Her friend Peter Palumbo believed that Diana’s special circumstances excused her. “
I would ask her whether this had happened or that had happened, and she would tell me a complete lie, which I believed,” said Palumbo. “But I never held it against her because that was her way, and that was her character, and she was under a lot of pressure.” Such “enabling” by her friends emboldened her to lie even more.

Diana had many fine traits that were evident both in public and in private: warmth, sweetness, affection, femininity, naturalness, grace, sensitivity, reserve, humility, wit, instinctive sympathy, thoughtfulness, generosity, kindness, courtesy, resilience, exuberance, energy, self-discipline, courage. “
The nice side of her was fresh and unspoiled and almost childlike,” said Nicholas Haslam. “Her nature was spontaneous.”

But Diana also had darker traits that were largely hidden from the world. “
Her dark side was that of a wounded trapped animal,” noted her friend Rosa Monckton, “and her bright side was that of a luminous being.” Diana’s inability to see past her intense emotions and her failure to understand consequences often overwhelmed the better part of her nature, harming family and friends and creating misery for herself. As one of her relatives said, “She had a perfectly good character, but her temperament overtook her.”

Indeed, Diana’s unstable temperament bore all the markings of one of the most elusive psychological disorders: the borderline personality. This condition is characterized by an unstable self-image; sharp mood swings; fear of rejection and abandonment; an inability to sustain relationships; persistent feelings of loneliness, boredom, and emptiness; depression; and impulsive behavior such as binge eating and self-mutilation. Taken together, these characteristics explain otherwise inexplicable behavior. Throughout her adult life, Diana experienced these symptoms severely and
chronically. While she received periodic treatment for some of her problems—her eating disorder and her depression—neither Diana nor anyone close to her came to grips with the full extent of her illness.

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