ALAN RICKMAN
The Unauthorised Biography

Maureen Paton


CONTENTS

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
PROLOGUE: VINEGAR IN THE SALAD 1
1. THE FAUSTIAN GIFT 19
2. THE SURROGATE FATHER 33
3 'HE'S VERY KEEP DEATH OFF THE ROADS 53
5. 'I WANT WOMEN’ 87
8 VALMONT IN CURLERS 103
7. A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL 111
8. HOW THEY SHOT THE SHERIFF 137
9. IMMORTAL LONGINGS 157
10. THAT SINKING FEELING 173
11. ANIMAL MAGNETISM 195
12. 'GOD DIDN'T MEAN HIM TO PLAY SMALL ROLES 213
13. ROCKET TO THE MOON 233
14. THE BLEAK MID-WINTER 243
15. SHRIEKS ACROSS THE ATLANTIC 253
16. THE SLITHERY SLOPE TO SNAPE 265
CHRONOLOGY OF ALAN RICKMAN CAREER 283
INDEX 285



ILLUSTRATIONS

Alan Rickman's school nativity play (C. Hulloh)
Alan Rickman in Guys and Dolls, 1975 (Haymarket Theatre)
Alan on tour with the rep in Ibsen's When We Dead Awaken (Gerald Murray)
First stint at the RSC with Glenda Jackson and Juliet Stevenson (Shakespeare Centre Library/Joe Cocks)
As Antonio in 1979 (Shakespeare Centre Library/Joe Cocks)
As Achilles in Troilus and Cressida (Shakespeare Centre Library/Joe Cocks)
The cast of Lucky Chance As Vicomte de Valmont in Les Liaisons Dangereuses (ShakespeareCentre Library)
First cinematic role in Die Hard (Peter Sorel) Truly Madly Deeply with Juliet Stevenson (ВВС/Film Four)
Close My Eyes with Saskia Reeves and Clive Owen (Kobal) As the psychotic Sheriff of Nottingham (Morgan Creek)
The ultimate challenge - as Hamlet in 1992 (Nottingham Playhouse/ Donald Cooper)
Taking the lead role in Dennis Potter's Mesmer (The Ronald Grant Archive)
As Colonel Brandon in Sense and Sensibility (Kobal)
With Rima Horton, his partner (Rex Features)
In Galaxy Quest (The Ronald Grant Archive)
As Professor Severus Snape in Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (The Ronald Grant Archive)
With Mel Smith at the Latymer Arts Centre (Latymer Upper)


ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

In November 1994. 1 asked Alan Rickman via his agent whether he would be interested in co-operating with a biography to be
published in the landmark year of his 50th birthday. In January 1995, .Alan wrote me a scrupulously polite refusal in what the
denizens of Wayne's World would call 'most excellent" handwriting; the influence of his art-school training is immediately apparent
in me calligraphy.
Mal Peachey. my editor at Virgin, was so persuasive, however, that I decided to go ahead with the book. I informed Alan of
my intentions, jokily begging him not to reach for the elephant-gun or the smelling-salts. He sent me another handwritten letter.
'Looking backwards is a strange thing to do - I will do it, but not now. It would take the smelling-salts, the elephant-gun and a
large dose of hindsight to change my mind . . .' Looking back is, indeed. a strange thing to do; but in this case, it has been a
fascinating and worthwhile exercise to study this unique actor and director. And when Virgin asked me to update the biography six
years after the first editions, the case for a second edition seemed overwhelming in view of Rickman's output since 1996.
I am particularly indebted to the following people for their help: Peter Barnes. Stephen Davis, Jenny Topper, Thelma Holt.
Blanche Marvin, Jonathan. Powell, Catherine Bailey. Jules Wright, Jane Hackworth-Young, Stephanie Penneil. Gwenda Hughes. Michael
Bogdanov. Clare Vcnables. Richard Wilson. Howard Davies. Ruby Wax, Christopher Hampton. Maggie Todd. Christopher Biggins. Dusty
Hughes, Mike Newell, Feicr James. Stephen Poliakoff. Harriet Walter. Adrian Noble, Emma Hardy. Nigel Hawthorne. Simon McBumev. Man
Whiitingdale. Roger Spouiswoode. Clif-ford Williams, Stephen Crossley. Johnny Perkins. Trevor Nunn. William Burdett-Coutts. Saskia
Reeves. James Sluw of the Shake-speare Birthplace Trust, Dave Granger, PaddvWilson, Chris Taylor. David Rich of Channel 4. Nigel
Orton and Chns Hammond of Latymer Upper School. Edward' Stead. Matthew Bond. Barry Burnett. Wendv Ducon of West Acton Primary
School. Charlotte Tudor, Charles Prater of Silverdade. Theres, Hickey, Ian Francis.
and Jonathan Donald of the Kensington News. John Frebble. Robert Cushman. Robert Holman. Ang Lee. Susanna Homg. Simon Langton. June
Winters and Judy Arthur of Home Box Office. Iain Coleman. Peter Savage, Martin Reddin, Sheridan Fitzgerald, Susie Figgis, James
Shirras of Film Finances Services Ltd, Ian Herbert of Theatre Record, Max Stafford-Clark. Snoo Wilson, Philip Hedley. John Byer and
others who wished to remain anonymous.
Finally. I would like to thank my editors Mai Peachey and Kirstie Addis and my agent Judith Chilcote tor their rigorous
encouragement and advice, and my husband Liam Maguire for putting up with me.









1. PROLOGUE: VINEGAR IN THE SALAD 1

Call him a luvvie at your peril. According to one of his oldest female friends, he's the epitome of passive aggression. The
passive-aggressive syndrome in psychology sounds impressive, but needs to be demystified. It used to be known as 'silent
insubordination' in the Army: in other words, good old-fashioned bloody-mindedness. This syndrome says everything about the
stubborn temperament of the internationally renowned British actor Alan Rickman. You can see just how this tall and scornful
perfectionist, the nonpareil of nit-pickers, came to embody a formidable intelligence and reined-in power. He could never play a
weakling. At just over 6ft lin and big-boned with it, he has the haughty bearing of a natural aristocrat. All his showiest roles
point to a sense of innate superiority, from the terrorist Hans Gruber in Die Hard and the Sheriff of Nottingham in Robin Hood:
Prince Of Thieves to the megalomaniacal Rasputin in the film of the same name and the disdainful Professor Severus Snape, scourge
of the schoolboy wizard, in the Harry Potter films. It's a look that says he's a member of the theatrical master-race.
Which is a problem, since he's also a member of the Labour Party. Paradoxically, this enigmatic actor is a painter and
decorator's son from working-class Irish and Welsh stock who was raised on a west London council estate. Given his high-profile
support of socialism, he's oddly private about his humble background and doesn't do the cloth-cap-and-clogs routine. He has a
rarity value, since he gives little away about himself. Alan Rickman, as all his many friends in the business testify, has a horror
of anything that smacks of self-promotion. He backs shyly into the limelight. At the same time that he simultaneously opened in
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone and in the West End with an acclaimed revival of Noel Coward's Private Lives, Alan
Rickman's sepulchral rasp could also be heard as the Genie of the Lamp for the Christmas pantomime Aladdin in one of the poorest
boroughs in London. He recorded the performance for free on the condition that there was a publicity black-out.
Rickman has a strange aura around him that is extremely successful. However, he's also known to be socialistic and has

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avoided the honours trap. So he trails this remarkable integrity by being very Jesuitical about publicity; yet on the other
hand he's a famous actor.
Indeed, on screen and stage, he can project everyone's idea of seigneurial decadence; an impression that gained hold when he
played the first and best incarnation of the vicious Vicomte de Valmont in the acclaimed Royal Shakespeare Company production of
Les Liaisons Dangereuses. Yet Alan Rickman longs to be thought of as a true man of the people. Inevitably, there is a conflict
between his past and his present that he has never quite resolved.
Those narrow Grand Vizier eyes, the colour of pale amber, seem to look down his long nose. There is something of the Marquis
de Sade in his anachronistic appeal to women as an arrogant, feline fop. His sudden gestures can be transfixing: Rickman has the
most extraordinary way of laughing quietly with a sort of silent snicker, a grimace that contorts his face.
His personality is piquantly flavoured sweet-and-sour, Chinese style. The two phrases that crop up most about him are: 'He
doesn't suffer fools gladly' and 'He's a guru.'. They are by no means mutually exclusive; one has the feeling that, for many
admiring acolytes, the rigorously principled Rickman has the elevated status of a jealous god who is just as likely to smite the
sinful with a plague of boils as to reward the godly with his gracious approbation. They look up to him even though Rickman himself
has admitted that his main vice is 'a wounding tongue. I'm working on it; perhaps it's the Celt in me.'
In a notoriously insecure industry, he is regularly paged for advice as if he were a Delphic oracle. 'He likes to be
everyone's guru,' says the playwright Stephen Poliakoff. Rickman keenly feels the powerlessness of the actor's passive role, which
is why he's a great organiser of support networks for fellow thespians. He espouses causes. In his heart, he's Don Quixote; in his
head, he's Sancho Panza.
Yet he has his own raging insecurities, which may account for the public sulks when he can seem a spectacular misery-guts.
There is the recurring stage fright that affects this most theatrical of animals: 'I get gremlins in my head, saying, "You're going
to forget your lines",' he told The Times magazine in 1994. Film was a liberation in more ways than one. In June 2002, after a
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London revival of Noel Coward's Private Lives that reunited the Les liaisons Dangercuses team of Rickman, Lindsay Duncan and
director Howard Davies, Rickman told the US TV interviewer Charlie Rose: ‘I think I'm better at the stage work because of film
work. The trouble in the theatre is that there's this huge fear. It's something that I guess is connected to adrenaline and focus
and energy, but it's a useless thing - like some gremlin that sits on your shoulder and tries to make you fail. And often succeeds.
At least on film if you screw up, you know there's another take. And it [the fear] doesn't get any better. I'm seriously thinking
of trying to find some kind of hypnosis that will get rid of it.'
Sometimes there's a sense of simmering resentment underneath his surface calm; if he's the proverbial cold fish (given that
there's no such thing as a warm fish), he is one that swims in hidden depths.
Occasionally, a bitterness breaks surface: 'Some actors have opportunities and shapes given to them,' he once said to John
Lam-in Woman's Journal, January 1993. 'Not me. I've had to guide my career and seize any opportunity that came my way.' He made his
first film, Die Hard, at the late age of 42 because he came cheap.
One publicist remembers with a shudder how rude Rickman was to her when he was still unknown. Perhaps it was simply her
proximity to the Press, because he detests the snap judgements and pigeon-holing tendencies of the Fourth Estate. Yet scores of
actors and writers testify to his warmth and kindness, even if he's not nearly so supportive of directors as a breed. 'All his
roles have attitude,' as one former associate, the theatre director Jules Wright, puts it. 'Directors fear to take him on.'
'Alan has a lot of attitude . . . which is another aspect of control,' says his playwright friend Stephen Davis. I get the
impression it's a bit arbitrary. He does have this awesome side to his character. Alan Rickman is the only person I know who will
make me nervous about what I'll say next. He won't let you be self-pitying or gratuitous.'
In Hollywood, he has achieved the status of a brand-name: they now routinely refer to 'an Alan Rickman role' whenever they
want someone with the gift of playful evil.
This multi-faceted man, who also created the comedienne Ruby Wax and discovered the award-winning playwright Sharman
Macdonald, has walked away with film after film by turning his

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villains into warped tragic heroes with an anarchic sense of humour. Indeed, he's had such a spectacular career in grand
larceny on screen that no one would guess he was born with a speech defect- It has made him so self-conscious about his voice that
he still fears death by review as his frustration and despair at the critical mauling for his National Theatre debut in Antony and
Cleopatra in 1998 showed only too clearly. After that disaster at the age of 52, he told one friend that he felt like never going
back to the theatre again — even though he will say to people dial he never reads reviews. Yet Rickman's bravura assurance and
style has given him a greater following than Hugh Grant, fifteen years his junior.
'Alan has a quality which is attractive to both men and women. It's what makes star quality. it means that everyone is looking
at you,* points out Jules Wright. 'Ian McKellen and Mick Jagger have it too; so do Alan Howard and Alec Guinness. There's an
ambivalence: they're not macho, but they're not particularly feminine, either. There's an ambiguity there.’
The bizarre downside to the public fascination with this intriguing maverick comes in the form of sackloads of intrusive and
obscene mail from otherwise respectable women, for whom he represents some kind of sexual release from repression- A typical letter
to Alan Rickman goes: 'Dear Mr Rickman, I have always considered myself a staunch feminist, but you have a very disturbing effect
on me ...'
Even worse was the malicious correspondence from a (male) grudge-bearer who found out where he lived and made a point of
sending him any bad reviews he could find.
For no one ever feels tepid about Alan Rickman. He inspires fierce loyalty, admiration and widespread affection, but some are
highly critical of his apparent intractability.
'He's too intelligent to be an actor,' is the blunt opinion of one friend. That sets up a constant tension, partly because
Alan is a frustrated director and partly because he entered the business at a relatively late age.
He has acquired a reputation for being difficult, culminating in damaging publicity on die litigation over the film Mesmer.
The movie that was to provide him with his first lead role in the cinema became mired in law-suits. Rickman stood accused of
intellectual arrogance; yet the real truth about Mesmer is more complex than mere tantrums. Alan himself, always his own fiercest
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concede in front of a packed audience for a question-and-answer session at the West Yorkshire Playhouse in 1995 that fame had
probably corrupted him 'to some extent' by causing a mild outbreak of childish foot-stamping. Yet he had told Duncan Fallowell in
the Observer a year earlier, There are plenty of people more "difficult" than me. Juliet Stevenson, for example. I would say that
"difficult" means a highly intelligent human being who asks pertinent questions and tries to use her or himself to the fullest
extent.' So there; trust Rickman to answer his carpers by turning the criticism into a compliment and throwing it back at them as a
challenge. Even, it has to be said, at the risk of pomposity.
There is also an extraordinary allegation that, in the wake of the so-called Rivergate fiasco that lost him the chance to ran
his own London arts centre, Alan Rickman was seen handing out copies of a published letter of support from leading drama critics to
a bemused queue at a fashionable London fringe venue. Not to mention a stand-up row in the foyer of another theatre with his rival
to run Riverside, which had never - until this book - been reported. There's even talk of a confidential document that went
missing.
Despite his languid image, there is clearly a lot of the street activist left in this former art editor of a radical 60s
freesheet that was based in London's answer to San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury: Netting Hill Gate.
'Having done something else before acting made him a better actor,' says the writer Peter Barnes, a long-standing friend. 'It
was a very deliberate U-turn.' The theatre director Michael Bogdanov, another mate, agrees: 'It's often an advantage in starting
late as he did. Actors go to drama school far too young.' Alan has all the doubts of the late starter, with an understandable
neurosis about his age: no one in his inner circle knew in advance about his landmark 50th birthday in February 1996. 'His age was
a closely guarded secret,' says Stephen Poliakoff. 'Actors are much more secretive about their. Age than actresses.'
At the age of 38, a gloomy Rickman was in almost Gogolian despair about his long-term prospects in a wayward career that
seemed to be going nowhere. Jules Wright remembers one outburst in Sloane Square at two in the morning after a meal. 'Alan suddenly
said to me, "Nothing's ever going to happen for me. No one will ever notice me. My career isn't going to go anywhere." '

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He also told GQ magazine: 'I lurch from indecision to indecision. All I ever seem to do is smash up against my own
limitations. I have never felt anything but "Oops, failed again".’
As with all great actors, he takes a lot of calculated risks that have inevitably meant several brushes with failure. After
learning his trade and paying his dues in provincial repertory theatre, he joined the Royal Shakespeare Company for a short and
unhappy season in which he thought himself an unattractive misfit. He felt compelled to leave because, as he put it, he wanted 'to
learn how to talk to other actors on stage rather than bark at them.'
As a television unknown in the early 80s, he went on to steal the BBC drama series The Barchester Chronicles as an ambitious
young clergyman whose divine unctuousness upstaged such major players as Donald Pleasence, Geraldine McEwan and Nigel Hawthorne.
Later he explained that, typically for Alan, he based Obadiah Slope on all the Tory politicians he detested, starting with Norman
Tebbit and Margaret Thatcher. That was the first of many defiant challenges. Rickman rarely gives interviews; but when he does,
they can be more like military skirmishes.
His shiftiness had become a star turn, yet he was still a recognisable face rather than a name. Only when he was invited back
to the RSC in 1985 for a second chance did he reveal his true range in the leading pan of the Vicomte de Valmont.
However, playing a professional seducer in Les Liaisons Dangereuses for almost two years nearly drove him mad: the political
ideals that now make him feel guilty about his immense Hollywood bankability also make him yearn to be thought of as one of life's
good guys. Yet there he is, playing a rapist or a murderer. It offends his puritanical streak.
We had a harmonious relationship: affection is important to him,' insists the film director Mike Newell, who worked with him
on An Awfully Big Adventure. 'He has private demons,' admits Peter Barnes.
One of them is his ambivalent attitude towards the sexual power that has played its pan in making him a major star. 'Alan is
incredibly aware of his professional sexual charisma,' says Stephen Davis. 'He has hordes of women writing to him. There is
evidence that it gets in the way, and he wants to avoid being cast for it.
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matinee-idol hold over the audience. In his personal life, he has enormous self-control . . . unnervingly so.' Alan was to
remark tartly: 'I have never been remotely sexually voracious, whatever that is ... but maybe I'll be sexually voracious next
week.' In the grand old tradition of keeping them guessing, it was another example of his dry sense of humour.
For Rickman is a one-woman man who has known Rima Horton, his first and only girlfriend, for more than three decades. Their
fidelity to each other is a legend. 'He's similar to John Malkovich, though not, perhaps, to Valmont in Les Liaisons, the character
they both played, except in one important respect. Alan is quite unpromiscuous - which is very rare for actors,' says a friend, the
playwright Dusty Hughes. Like Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir or the late Peter Cook and his last wife, Alan and Rima keep
separate establishments within a mile of each other. In 1989 they split up in order to stay together - but apart.
I interviewed Alan Rickman over the telephone in 1982 for a feature in the Daily Express on his performance as the oleaginous
supercreep Obadiah Slope in The Barchester Chronicles. This breakthrough role introduced him to millions and made women, in
particular, aware of his perverse sexiness. In that role, he sulked for Britain. He sounded suspicious to the point of hostility
until I started inserting a few jokes about Slope into the conversation to lighten the atmosphere. I could almost hear the
Titanic-sized iceberg slowly cracking up and defrosting at the other end of the line as the voice relaxed.
Given that he was playing a woman-chaser with such slithery conviction, questions about his own domestic set-up seemed
justifiable, especially since he had managed to reach the age of 36 without the ritual march to the altar. In appropriately
churlish Slope mode, Alan refused to discuss his private life. Later, someone told me that he had lived with the same woman for a
long time. Just how long, not even their best friends knew.
1 was subsequently to discover that Rima Horton and Alan Rickman have been together since the mid-60s, an impressive record by
any standards whether in or out of wedlock He met Rima, a labourer's daughter who became an economist and politician, at Chelsea
College of Art in 1965. They appeared on stage in various amateur productions when he was nineteen and she was a year younger. That
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age - Alan is as vain as the next man - and his second name of Sidney were his most closely-guarded secrets. Not even Rima's
friends knew that she was once an actress in the dreaded Ham Dram; perhaps she is too embarrassed to mention it in the same breath
as Alan's career.
They are considered to have one of the strongest relationships in the business despite - or perhaps because of - the absence
of children. It has survived the setting up of separate flats, when Alan decided he needed his own space and moved out of Rima's
apartment to buy a maisonette.
Though the decision alarmed all their friends for quite a while, the arrangement seems to suit them both. So far they are as
solid as ever. If he is a pessimist, she is an optimist. 'Rima has a very sunny nature, she's very pragmatic with her feet on the
ground,' says Peter Barnes. 'It helps that she's not in the profession herself, a great help.' Espousing the easy-go attitudes of
the 60s, they have never bothered to get married. Who needs a ring for commitment? Yet Peter Barnes, Alan's oldest friend after
Rima, told me when I met up with him again over a plate of oysters in August 2002 that he had a gut feeling Alan and Rima would
suddenly surprise everyone and tie the knot one day after all. ‘I’m expecting their marriage to happen; it's the old romantic in
me. And as he goes up the aisle, I shall be laughing madly,' Peter added fondly. Such steadfastness is remarkable in Rickman's
peripatetic profession, since he necessarily spends much of his time abroad on location. 'Rima and Alan are like-minded people -
it's a common-law marriage of true minds,' says the playwright Stephen Davis. They were once in CND together. They argue a lot
about politics.' Indeed, a fervent political discussion is their idea of a good night in.

Alan has acknowledged that the reason for their relationship's longevity is that Rima is 'tolerant. She's incredibly,
unbelievably tolerant. Possibly a candidate for sainthood.' And why, pray, does she need to be so tolerant? 'Because I'm an actor,'
he added, only too aware of the self-obsession and insecurity that his profession breeds. 'I've never learned that trick of leaving
business behind in the rehearsal room; I bring all problems home, I brood. But Rima just laughs and goes straight to the heart of
the matter. No matter what problems she has, she puts her head on the pillow and goes straight to sleep.' Sounds like the perfect
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an arena where only the calm (or thick-skinned) survive. Actors, on the other hand, can, and certainly do, use their neuroses
in their work. As the film director Mike Newell was later to say: 'Alan is neurotic but intense, incredibly focused and
authoritative as an actor. All his insecurities as a person are completely healed by acting.'
Certainly it was impossible to imagine the mean-spirited, calculating Slope, forever in pursuit of rich widows and richer
livings, as having a stable home life. Obadiah was anybody's, if they were wealthy enough. But Alan's remote air gives him an
unattainable quality, which makes him a challenge; hence the intense female interest in him.
As the theatrical agent Sheridan Fitzgerald, his former leading lady at the RSC, remarks: 'Women are always falling in love
with the unattainable.'
'Alan's too serious to be flirtatious,' says Jules Wright. 'He's not aware of his attractiveness, which of course is what
makes him really sexy on stage. He's very grunge to look at in his private life, he doesn't run around flashily at the Ivy,' she
adds, referring to the famous showbusiness restaurant in London's West End.
Rickman slops around in blue jeans and polytechnic-lecturer jackets in real life, looking deliberately downbeat. With his hair
brushed forward over his forehead, he is almost unrecognisable. There are times when he looks as if he shops at Oxfam, although
Peter Barnes, whose only sartorial concession to his own success has been to grow a beard, playfully points out that 'if he dresses
down, he dresses down very expensively these days. But he's more or less the same Alan.'
'You won't find Alan guzzling champagne in some nightclub or driving a fast car,' says another friend, drama-school principal
Peter James. 'He's like Bob Geldof - scruffy, yet asking serious questions.'
The forces of political correctness maketh the New Man, of course, and actor Christopher Biggins has the feeling that Alan is
'.. snobby. I often see him at dos and I think he looks like a maths teacher. He comes across as a sexual animal; you feel he's
going to be brilliant in bed. But you wouldn't think he's an actor. There's no reaction. No sense of humour. Of course, he may be
very, very nervous.'
(And with Mr Biggins - who has quite an edge to him under that jovial exterior - glowering at the apparent reincarnation of
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favourite teacher who can blame him? But Biggins was right about the sexual aura, if a later remark by Rickman himself is
anything to go by. ‘Sitting around a table with good friends, some sympathy, nice wine, good talk, what could be better than that?
Except sex? Or getting it right on stage,' he said, leaving us in little doubt how highly he placed sex as a priority. Because
Rickman would never include any other leisure activity in the same order of importance as stage acting without meaning exactly what
he said.)
There is a chip on the shoulder. It doesn't surprise me that he was brought up on a council estate; so was I. But you either
have a chip or you deal with it," says Christopher, who makes no bones about being a true-blue Tory. 'These champagne socialists
are very odd. I have a feeling that Alan surrounds himself with a close circle who are very protective. Some people don't want
fame. They like it; but they don't want it.' he adds shrewdly.
Rickman's first property purchase back in IQ89 was a spacious maisonette, part of an elegant Italianate terrace of Victorian
houses in west London's fashionable Westboume Grove. In 2001. he sold up and moved on to an even larger flat nearby. When he can.
he pops over to France to a holiday cottage.
Until his mother's death in 1997, he lived just three tube stops away from her neat council house, only a few streets from
Wormwood Scrubs prison with a bingo palace. DIY superstore and snooker hall nearby. His mother and younger brother Michael bought
this trim semi-detached home together under the Right To Buy scheme introduced b) the Tones and deplored by all Old Labourites.
Alan visited her regularly; he has always had a good relationship with his family, even though he keeps those two v. odds separate
most of the time.
Though he would always see his mother, he seems to find it difficult to come to terms with his background, to fit his family
into his life as an actor.
His elder brother, David, works for a graphic design company and Michael is a professional tennis coach. They live quiet and
modest lives far away from showbusiness circles, though they gel on well with the famous member of the family.
'Class has been a bizarre accident that happened to Alan, observes Stephen Davis. 'We were the post-Beatles generation: we
invented ourselves. Alan's background is a major influence on him. though. He moves in a privileged world but refuses to forget his

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past. He wants to be sure that he's not confused in his own shaving mirror about who he is.'
Peter Barnes has a different perspective: 'My own feeling is that Alan has created himself. The persona has created him; the
mask becomes the face. His family look very different. Actors have created themselves, they know exactly who they are. I haven't
got the same confidence he's got on the phone, but then everyone recognises his voice because most actors have distinctive voices.
Whereas I always feel I have to introduce myself by saying, "It's Peter, Peter Barnes."'
Another friend, Blanche Marvin, agrees: 'Alan likes to feel he's his own creation.' In other words, this fiercely independent
man won't be beholden to anyone.
In some ways Rickman is a man born out of his time: there's a dark and disturbing retro glamour about this saturnine actor
that really fires up an audience's imagination.
He's the antithesis of the bland boy-next-door with an Everyman persona, with whose unthreatening ordinariness millions of
moviegoers will identify. And costume roles particularly suit Rickman because of that air of patrician superiority. It goes with
the sometimes frightening-looks that recall a well-known portrait of the writer, scholar and intriguer Francis Bacon whose
unblinking gaze was once likened by a contemporary observer to the stare of a watchful viper.
In an age that lets it all hang out, Rickman is famous for giving audiences more fun with his clothes on. And this despite the
fact that, back in 1983, he let it all hang out in a nude scene for Snoo Wilson's play The Gross Widow, later recalling, 'It was a
very strange thing to do. You have to pretend that it's not happening to you.' Because of that very public early lesson in the
vulnerability of standing on stage with no clothes on, he is a past-master at portraying the art of sensual anticipation and sexual
control. In tact, Rickman's Valmont, a role for which he seemed to have been waiting all his life, was carefully based on a
seventeenth-century rake he had played on stage with the disconcerting name of Gayman.
'He looks like a Russian Borzoi dog, one of those silent wolfhounds with a long neck and silky white coat. You always wonder
whether you should speak to a Borzoi, as well . . .' says Peter James. 'It's his frame and physical look, a quality of stillness.

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It reminds me of some astonishingly aristocratic faces I saw in Russia, who looked as if they came from a different race. How
appropriate. then, that he should later take on the role of Rasputin.
Yet. for all his air of seigneurial self-control he has big vulnerabilities. Alan was born with a tight jaw. hence the
slightly muffled drawl: it must be one of the sexiest speech defects in the business. 'He doesn't have an active up-and-down
movement of his jaw.' says Blanche Marvin, a former drama teacher.
‘It's the way that he's generally physically coordinated he has ; lazy physical movement and a lazy facial movement He's big
boned, and it's hard for him to move in a sprightly way.' Hence his lifetime's obsession with trying to move with the fluidity of a
Fred Astaire.
Despite the working-class upbringing, that honeyed-buzzsaw voice was perfected at private school: Latymer Upper in
Hammersmith, also Hugh Grant's Alma Mater
Rickman. a clever child, won a scholarship there at the age of eleven.. The process of reinventing himself, of keeping his
past at arm's length, began as English teacher Colin Turner became his mentor, much as the playwright Ben Jonson. stepson of a
bricklayer, was 'adopted' by his teacher Camden. Alan was only eight when his father died of cancer, and Turner filled that gap in
his life.
Latymer Upper has been almost as great an influence upon his life as Rima continues to be. He emotionally attached to the
place that gave him such a superior start.
In the autumn of 1995, this former star pupil had a minor falling-out with his old school when he refused to allow his
photograph to be used in a recruitment drive. His political convictions simply wouldn't allow him to publicly endorse a private,
fee-paving education. Rickman melodramatically asserts that he was born 'a card-carrying member of the Labour Party", but he only
finally joined in 1987 after he and Rima had enjoyed a relatively frivolous youth in CND.
Rumours attach themselves like barnacles to Alan Rickman- who is famously economical with the facts about himself. There was
once a wild story that this friend of former Cabinet Minister Mo Mowlam and millionaire Labour supporter Ken Pollen was a member of
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with the lunatic fringe. He is an idealist, but he's also startlingly pragmatic.
Rima, an economics lecturer at Kingston University (formerly Polytechnic) in Surrey, who took early retirement in 2002 at the
age of 55, is a Labour councillor and former prospective parliamentary candidate for Chelsea, the safest Tory seat in the country .
. . hence her defeat in the 1992 General Election.
She subsequently endured the indignity of losing another battle. Despite the fact she was selected as Labour's candidate for
the Mayoral elections in Kensington and Chelsea in 2001, friends now believe she is no longer looking for a safe Labour seat in
Parliament but has forced herself to be philosophical. She still looks young enough to stand for election; Rima and Alan are a
striking couple who could pass for a decade younger than they are. Not having had any children probably helps; so, too, does
Rickman's thick, dark-blond hair, which for years he wore slightly long.
It is Rima who dictates the political and intellectual agenda. This is borne out by Peter Barnes, who recalls Alan deferring
to his girlfriend's greater judgement when the two men met up at the funeral of the director Stuart Burge. After the service, Peter
started raging on about the 'iniquities' of Tony Blair's New Labour government, but Rickman refused to take the bait. 'I'm very Old
Labour and I think Alan is. At least, I hope he is. But he got very defensive at that point,' remembers Peter, 'and said that it
was more Rima's area.' Alan, who graduated from two art colleges with diplomas in art, design and graphic design, is the creative
one; Rima is the academic one of the two.
Rickman is very far from being the humourless grouch that his famously cross-looking demeanour suggests. Always droll, he has
mellowed a lot over the years as success has given him more confidence. His sense of humour alone would have kept him out of the
paranoid ranks of the WRP, which seemed to expend most of its energies on slagging off other far-Left groups.
'He's a bit of a Wellington with his ironic bon mots and his raised eyebrows,' says Stephen Poliakoff. 'He's self-critical and
he doesn't have a naturally sunny disposition. But he's very life-enhancing, despite the pessimism: it's a curious combination.
People find his dangerous wit attractive. He's quite lugubrious, but he's also quite leasable. Some people find him intimidating,
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'Acting is a very serious for him, but he's more relaxed now. He loves to talk. He likes to feel things are controlled; he
doesn't like to feel too exposed.'
In his fifth decade, at times Rickman resembles the late Frankie Howerd, especially when his large, crumpled face is split by
a great pumpkin-head grin.
One of the more endearing aspects of Alan Rickman, who is not an immediately cuddly person, is that he has never bothered to
get his crooked and discoloured bottom teeth fixed. When he became a Hollywood star at a relatively late age, it didn't go to his
head (or his teeth).
'He was never one of the lads,' according to his old friend, the theatre producer Patrick (Paddy) Wilson. Alan has no interest
in the stereotypical male pursuits of pubs and sports, hence his vast number of close female friends.
'New writing and politics are his life. He has no car, no interest in sport,' says Peter Barnes, although Alan watches
Wimbledon out of loyalty to his tennis-coach brother Michael. 'He's interested in politics and the wider world,' says Stephen
Poliakoff.
All this may make him sound like the career woman's ideal consort, yet he surprisingly admits that he had to have male
feminism knocked into him; he was once a primitive model.
Now, surrounded by a seraglio that includes the actresses Juliet Stevenson and Harriet Walter, the comedienne Ruby Wax and the
impresario Thelma Holt, he is everyone's theatrical agony uncle. 'He's got the widest circle of friends and acquaintances I have
ever known,' says Peter Barnes. 'In the theatre, he unites opposites -because he knows so many people.'
'The only person I know who has more friends than him is Simon Callow,' says Jenny Topper, Artistic Director of London's
Hampstead Theatre and a friend of Alan's since 1981.
'It feels nice to be around him. He has a very loyal group of female friends: not a harem, but very intense. Alan is very
loyal, very protective and very kind. He has strong views. He listens: he has that concentration, hence the female friends. He's
also very proper: he cares about fans at the stage door and those who seek his advice and support.
"That gliding movement of his is almost balletic,' adds Jenny of the man who would be Fred Astaire. 'He's a great comic actor:
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'I associate him with complete integrity,' says Harriet Walter. 'He is a central figure in a lot of people's lives. He's not a
guru as such; I don't think of him as a saintly, priestly person. It's not all grovelling at the feet of the effigy. He just makes
you laugh. He's like a good parent . . . there's a feeling that Alan won't let you get away with things.
'He can be intimidating, though he doesn't realise how much. But there are precious few people whose judgement you trust, and
he is one of them. I do argue with him; we don't always agree. He has pretty tough standards, but he's a very good listener. He
takes you seriously, you feel encouraged.'
'Actors are always being judged on their physical qualities, which makes them very vulnerable,' says Stephen Poliakoff. 'And
Alan has big vulnerabilities.'
This business gives you the impression you have to be a pretty boy and be successful before you're thirty in order to
succeed,' says Royal Shakespeare Company head Adrian Noble. 'Alan Rickman was never a pretty boy and was not successful before he
was thirty.
'He never courted success, but his success now gives people hope in a society that adores youth in a rather sickening and
dangerous fashion. Its very good news for those who are not the prettiest people in the world. It gives people hope, that Alan was
a play-reader at a tiny Fringe theatre like the Bush and all those other things, before he became famous.
'He has a good mug: that big nose. You need a big nose and big hands to be a good actor: look at Michael Gambon. And in the
Green Room, Alan is always surrounded by women.'
Ah, yes. One can't get away from the women in the Alan Rickman Factor. When he played a licentious Caesar in Peter Barnes'
1983 radio play Actors, Rickman received more ardent letters from teenaged girls than for any of his other roles.
However, it was the Vicomte de Valmont that first made his name on both sides of the Atlantic, establishing that
all-important, crowd-pleasing quality of sexual danger.
Lindsay Duncan, his co-conspirator in Les Liaisons Dangereuses, said wryly to Allison Pearson in the Independent on Sunday in
1992: 'A lot of people left the theatre wanting to have sex, and most of them wanted to have it with Alan Rickman.' Of all the
original RSC cast in Howard Davies' famous, much-travelled production, Rickman is the only one to have made it on the world stage.
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nominated for a Tony award, as was Lindsay; and it rankled heavily with Rickman when he lost the role in the 1988 film version
Dangerous Liaisons to the younger (.and balder but heavily be-wigged) John Malkovich.
Instead, the real turning-point for Rickman came when he was offered the role of the German terrorist leader Hans Gruber in
the Hollywood big-budget thriller, Die Hard. Alan's (frightening degree of menace, allied to a fastidious humour, marked out a
major stylist who outshone the film's star. Bruce Willis. Rickman became an international name overnight as a result of his
first-ever movie, since when he has conducted a dangerous flirtation with screen villainy.
He could see himself falling into the trap of being typecast and deliberates changed pace with a performance of tremendous
warmth and sensitivity as the mischievous returning spirit of Juliet Stevenson's dead lover in Anthony Minghella's 1991 low-budget
hit Truly Madly Deeply.
It became Britain's answer to Ghost. And Rickman's wry, doomed romanticism in the role eventually led to his casting as
Colonel Brandon in the highly successful. Oscar-winning Sense And Sensibility.
Truly Madly Deeply offered the closest insights vet into the real Rickman, capturing that quality of benign boss mess which
those who know him find both endearing and exasperating. Close friends confirm that he is indeed the character he plays in the
movie. It established Rickman and Stevenson as one of the great screen partnerships, building on a friendship that began at the RSC
in the company of Ruby Wax
With her irregular but arresting looks, the jolie-laide Juliet could almost be Rickman's twin. They are brother and sister in
socialism, vet brigadier's daughter Stevenson is a left-winger from the right side of the tracks. It says much for Rickman's
panache, however, that he always seems just as classy as she.
Rickman's next feature film was lose My Eyes, the story of an incestuous affair between a brother and a sister in which Alan
took an uncharacteristically passive role as the heroine's cuckolded husband. Nevertheless, he still stole the show with an
unforgettable combination of silent rage and vulnerability.
He returned to Hollywood to add another rogue to his gallery. the Sheriff of Nottingham, in 1991's Robin Hood: Prince Of
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enterprise he wildly succeeded. So hilariously flamboyant was he that the films star Kevin Costner reputedly played the
villain in the editing-suite and chopped a number of Rickman's scenes to try to correct the inbalance between lead and support.
This was the role chat established Rickman's 'dark and dirty' attraction for millions of otherwise respectable females. Rickman's
occasional flashes of camp only add to the intrigue of his personality.
Blanche Marvin, whose Hollywood producer daughter Niki acted in repertory theatre with Alan at Leicester back in 1975,
describes Rickman as ' . . a very male man. So many men in the theatre are bisexual or homosexual, but Alan is intensely
masculine".
That feral charm and mesmeric hold over an audience marked him out for his role as Rasputin, an offer that had been hanging
around in his life for a long time. His casting as the deranged monk with the malign influence over the last Tsarina of Russia once
again attests to Alan Rickman's unique alchemy.
'He has very strange looks, not necessarily what you would cast as the romantic lead,' admits Carlton TV's Jonathan Powell,
one of the first to spot his screen potential. He looks like a magus, which is why he has often been suggested for Shakespeare's
capricious magician Prospero: a complex, tormented man whose nature is divided between the malign and the benign.
People talk of his so-called cold smoulder, his sharp features give him an alien look, despite the lush and passionate lips.
At one stage, Steven Spielberg had him in mind to play the timelord Dr Who on American TV, but Rickman didn't want to be locked
into a long-running series. He keeps his options wide open. Those spiky looks, however, plague him. He hates being judged on his
appearance, arguing that an actor is a blank canvas on whom one ought to be able to paint a portrait of anyone. He himself is a
living contradiction of that.
He is the most individual of performers, quite unique and inimitable. No one can clone Alan Rickman; no one approaches his
qualities. He is instantly recognisable, and there is a piece of himself up there on the screen every time.
There is always an extra dimension to his characterisation that creates a mythic quality, like all the cinema greats, he has a
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from a classic fairy-tale, an ugly duckling who has been transformed into an attractive man by the flukes of an extraordinary
career. He was not easily marketable; and he was in despair at ever achieving lasting success. It was twenty years a-coming.
As with all the best character actors, it took him time to grow into his face and learn his strengths. More than anything,
maturity made a major star of Alan Rickman. The toy-boy syndrome among ladies of a certain age is much exaggerated. Grown women
tend not to fall for pretty youths as a rule; they appreciate character and experience in a man.
'In many ways, he's a European actor, 'observes director Jules Wright. And there is a French expression that sums up the
paradoxical appeal of life's jolies-laides: I like a little vinegar in my salad.'
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'He does have this power and charisma,' says playwright Stephen Davis one of Rickman's oldest friends. Alan, Rima and
sometimes their friend Ruby Wax spend weekends with Stephen's family in Gloucestershire, a county where, according to Davis, the
British class system is in its death throes. 'In Die Hard and Robin Hood: Prince Of Thieves, he was acting the cosmos off the
screen and Hollywood was opening a five-lane highway to him.
The thing about actors is that they have a tremendous effect on people: Alan does in particular. He has an extra effect which
he is aware of, but which he isn't always planning. He has a huge sexual charisma, but in real life he doesn't aim for that effect
at all. This is what makes his personality so complex. It's a bit Faustian, cutting both ways.
When you talk to him, you feel there are a lot of notional audiences in his mind. You never catch him off-guard. He always
knows his lines. It's a very actorly quality. It's like being the friend of some of the characters he plays.
'He is enigmatic, not least with his friends. Really, I should write a play about him. He's an important figure in the lives
of all his friends, but one could do without the stardom bit. It would do him good to be less written about. When close friends
become stars . . . All of us are leveraged on the amount of attention we get. And Alan can be contradictory, moody.
'When he has problems, he broods. He was doing an extraordinary number of mundane tasks at the bottom of my garden once,
digging and so on, while he brooded about something. If I had something on my mind, I would have told the entire village about it.
But he internalises things while presenting this equanimity to the world. Ian Richardson shares that quality a little, too.
'Alan dominates rehearsal rooms and productions: he's very critical, and he thinks very hard. There's a stormy element in
self-absorption that becomes very critical. It's hard working with successful people. Alan is not necessarily the kind of actor I
ought to want to work with, because he defends the role of the actor. Actors have an illusory power in society, but they don't
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'I don't really understand the impulse to act. You are disappearing into another person, and yet you are exposing yourself. In
a way, actors don't really exist.
'By that, I don't mean that Alan is artificial - far from it,' Davis adds hurriedly. 'He has one of the most positive and
strong presences I've ever met. But he doesn't really empathise with people who are off-balance: it's as if he's working from a
script:
Alan Rickman's 'script' began in 1946 with a busy New Year in the modest London suburb of Acton, then in the county of
Middlesex. On 12 February, the local newspaper carried the story that a woman had hanged herself with a ventilator cord. A weapons
amnesty for wartime firearms had also been announced: unlicensed pistols brought home as souvenirs by Forces personnel were to be
presented to Acton Police Station by 31 March to avoid prosecution. The only other direct reminder of the recent world-wide
conflict was a chilling report in the 1 March issue of the Eagling And Acton Gazelle on a talk that a girl survivor of a
concentration camp had given to the Acton Business And Professional Women's Club. 'You do not know what a man is unless you see him
with absolute power,' this pale, quietly-spoken wraith told the assorted good ladies in their tailored business suits, cut from
wartime utility cloth. 'If he has absolute power and is kind: then he is a real man.'
Couples were dancing to the sound of the Carroll Gibbons Blue Room Orchestra at Ealing Town Hall, and those who stayed at home
grumbled that coal was rationed to 34 hundredweight for twelve months. Thieves had broken into a solicitor's house and stolen three
suits plus a copy of Archibald's Criminal Pleading; and two builders were charged with an armed robbery of two Maltese seamen.
In the weepie Tomorrow Is Forever at the East Acton Savoy Cinema. Orson Welles (of all people) was listed dead in the war but
returned home with a new face to find his 'widow', Claudetle Colbert, had married again. Not that the romantics among picture-goers
were completely ignored by the programme for the week beginning 18 February. Roy Rogers and Trigger - the horse that could do
everything except wear a cowboy costume - shared top billing and a capacious nosebag in Don't Fence Me In.
Prominent 'Keep Death Off The Roads" advertisements in the Gazette issued dire warnings about motorcar accidents, giving the
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February, Alan Sidney Patrick Rickman was born at home at 24, Lynton Road, Acton ... the second son for painter and decorator
Bernard Rickman and his wife Margaret Doreen Rose, nee Bartlett.
Their first boy, David Bernard John, had been born during the last year of the war while his father was working as an aircraft
fitter.
The family had rented a flat in an imposing red-brick Edwardian semi-detached house in a central Acton backwater, just one
street away from the railway line. Alan's Irish father and Welsh mother belonged to what was once proudly known as the respectable
working classes, steady workers with lower middle-class aspirations. Number 24 was a multi-occupied house: other rooms on the
premises were rented by an elderly lady, Hester Messenbird, and by a married couple, Rupen and Violet Oliver. The Rickmans were
always staunch Labour voters who put the red posters up in the window as soon as an election was announced.
Alan has always felt influenced by a prominent radical Rickman from an earlier age: Thomas Paine's friend and biographer
Thomas 'Clio' Rickman (1761-1834) who was a bookseller and reformer. He was the son of Quakers and was apprenticed with a doctor
uncle to study the medical profession. At seventeen, he met the freethinker Thomas Paine who worked as an exciseman in Rickman's
birthplace of Lewes, Sussex. They both joined the Headstrong Club, which met at the White Han Inn. Rickman's precocious taste for
poetry and history earned him the sobriquet 'Clio', which became one of his pen names. Disowned by the Sussex Friends because of
his friendship with Paine and his early marriage to a non-Quaker, he left Lewes and became a bookseller in London: first in
Leadenhall Street and, later, at Upper Marylebone Street.
Paine completed the second part of The Rights Of Man while lodging at Rickman's house. The two friends formed a circle of
reformers with such eminent names as Mary Wollstonecraft and Home Tooke; Rickman sketched them all in his biography The life Of
Paine, published in 1819. Frequently in hiding as a result of selling Paine's seditious books, he fled to Paris several times. The
friends finally parted at Le Havre on 1 September 1802, when Paine sailed to America.
A satirist from the age of fifteen and a composer of republican songs, Rickman's pieces often appeared in such weekly journals
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The Black Dwarf whose title was revived by the counter-culture of the 60s. He died on 15 February 1834, and received a Quaker
burial at Bunhill Fields. There is no evidence that Alan's family are direct descendants, but Thomas Rickman's reputation
'resonated' (to use a favourite expression of Alan's) down the years and made Alan a searching, well-read child acutely aware of a
radical world elsewhere. No one would ever be able to claim 'Forever Acton' as his epitaph.
The working classes made him, but it was The Ruling Class that revolutionised Alan Rickman. He melodramatically told his old
friend Peter Barnes that the latter's first hit play, later filmed in 1972 with Peter O'Toole as a mad aristocrat, had 'changed his
life'.
The Ruling Class was premiered in Nottingham in 1968 and quickly transferred to the West End, opening at London's Piccadilly
Theatre. It was one of those rotten-state-of-the-nation plays that proved uncannily prophetic, with a peer of the realm
accidentally killing himself by auto-erotic strangulation in the first scene. With its great leaps of logic, this flamboyant attack
upon the British class system was also hugely, and ambitiously, entertaining. Peter aimed to create 'a comic theatre ... of
opposites, where everything is simultaneously tragic and ridiculous'. Since he and Tom Stoppard both began writing plays around the
same time, it is debatable who influenced whom. Both are great showmen, vaudevillians with serious things to say.
Nearly three decades later, the Tory MP Stephen Milligan was found dead in similar circumstances; only then was the
pleasurable purpose of this bizarre and dangerous practice duly explained to a bemused general public by the sexpetts of the
popular Press. But Barnes' anti-Establishment audacity, at a time when few dared acknowledge the fact that hanged men get hard-ons,
had deeply impressed the young Rickman in 1968. After all, it was only three years since capital punishment for murder had been
abolished: although death by hanging has remained on the statute-books for piracy and, as critics of the late Princess Diana's
former lover. James Hewitt, love to keep pointing out, for treason.
Bernard and Margaret Rickman were to have two more children. Alan's younger brother, Michael Keith, arrived 21 months after
Alan on 21 November 1947. The only daughter, Sheila, was born on 15 February 1950.
Alan was later to describe himself as a 'dreamy' child, wrapped up in his own little world as he scribbled and doodled. David
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Michael, too, had artistic leanings, with the same beautiful handwriting. 'Alan is a very talented water-colourist. He has
this elegant, flowing, effordess calligraphy,' says Stephen Davis.
He was the clever, petted one of the family, the future scholarship child, although Alan the egalitarian took pains to
emphasise in a Guardian interview with Susie Mackenzie in 1998 that his parents had no favourites and treated them all equally. His
slow way of speaking meant that he received more attention: his parents had to listen carefully to his every word. Alan was
particularly fond of his father Bernard. Ignatius Loyola, founder of the Jesuits, famously said: 'Give me the boy at the age of
seven and 1 will give you the man.' Alan's confident masculinity and self-contained air of assurance were shaped by that early
closeness with the saintly-sounding Bernard.
When Alan was only eight and the youngest, Sheila, was just four, their father died of cancer. Alan subsequently talked of
'the devastating sense of grief in the household; they were rehoused by the council and moved to an Acton estate to the west of
Wormwood Scrubs Prison, where his mother struggled to bring up four children on her own by working for the Post Office.
She married again briefly, but it lasted only three years. Clearly Bernard had been the love of her life, although Alan
recalled the relationship between his Methodist Welsh mother and his Irish Catholic father had often been volatile: the clash of
cultures would sometimes end in sounds of banging doors and weeping behind them. But, despite their lack of money and their cramped
surroundings, the little family of six were happy.
Everything changed with his father's death. 'His death was a huge thing to happen to four kids under ten,' he said,
remembering how his headmaster had come into his class and spoken in an undertone to the teacher as they both turned to look at
Alan - who already knew what they were going to say. He was being summoned home, where he was to be told that his terminally ill
father had died. It was thought best that the children should not go to the funeral, but they were shocked afterwards by the sight
of their mother, who loved colourful clothes, dressed all in black for the first time.
In 2001, with the benefit of much hindsight into that ghastly time, he told interviewer Tim Sebastian on BBC News 24 that he
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there as well But it was a strange thing not lo he there. It's not explained to you.' he said, adding that, in those days,
everyone unquestioningly believed in the 'ethic' that 'children should be seen and not heard'
Alan has never forgotten the sense of loss that bereaved people have, of being 'deserted' by a dying parent it is a mixture of
sorrow and resentment on the part of the person left behind to mourn; a child, in particular, cannot grasp the dread inevitability
of a terminal illness and feels bewildered by its outcome. By never marrying Rima, despite their long-term relationship, Alan
instinctively protects himself against the possibility of loss or betrayal. The same goes for his position as a 'guru' to his many
friends. It empowers him to be seen as someone who doesn't need conventional props, who generously gives but rarely requires
anything in return. It was a power, a privilege that he never had as a poor child. He rarely lets people get too close; otherwise
panic sets in.
Bernard's untimely death also thrust the family into an alien environment. Alan hated the stigma of growing up in what he
perceived to be a working-class ghetto, particularly when he won his scholarship; homogeneous local-authority architecture was
instantly recognisable as cheap mass public housing.
There was far more anonymity, and therefore more scope for an aspiring child's imagination, in a privately rented flat in
Lynton Road, where you could always pretend you owned the entire house. Years later. Alan shuddered to his friends about the
awfulness of growing up on - whisper who dares - a council estate It is a strange kind of snobbery, perhaps peculiar to Britain
because of its obsession with home-ownership. I remember feeling the same way when my mother and I were finally assigned a chilly
but functional flat on a spartan council estate after we had lived happily for twelve years in my aunt and uncle's bathroomless,
terraced Victorian house, a cosy slum by any other name. There was far more character in the latter, despite the lack of mod cons.
but council estates seemed to mark you out in some way as a loser. They were not designed for the enrichment of the working
classes; it was thought sufficient that their lives were enhanced by having a bathroom and an inside lavatory.
Alan's mother Margaret had always been a strong character. spiritually connected to those indomitable matriarchs that feature
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be verbally and physically undemonstrative; you get on with life, you don't agonise about it. What's the use of talk? It
doesn't get you anywhere. She carried on grimly.
The passive-aggressive type is one who digs his heels in, who wants things his own way, but not in a loud way. Very often
there has been an early battle in childhood, but he rebels quietly. He smiles on the surface but won't comply. His mother is always
a matriarchal figure. There is also an inherent narcissism, which is certainly true of Alan. It's not just in the way he always
wears his enviably thick, lustrous hair slightly long, but also in wanting to be the wise man at the centre of a group. Alan was
very influenced by Margaret's will to survive at all costs. His later role as an adviser to a wide circle of friends is based upon
holding the balance of power, just as he saw his mother do. In effect, he became both parent and teacher following the example of
his mother and his influential Latymer Upper teacher and mentor, Colin Turner.
Until her death in 1997, Margaret Rickman lived in the same modest house that she had made her own with replacement windows
and a smart new fence around the front garden. Under the Tories' 'Right To Buy' policy, she and her youngest son, Michael, jointly
purchased the council property after years of renting. The novelist, Peter Ackroyd, was brought up not far away in a street with
the Anglo-Saxon name of Wulfstan and proudly claims that Wormwood Scrubs cast a longer shadow over his beloved childhood home. But
then Ackroyd always did revel in the macabre. In one of those cheek-by-jowl arrangements between very different neighbourhoods in
which London specialises, Alan was based only a few miles away from his mother.
Alan visited his mother regularly until the very end, particularly when her health first began to decline in 1995; he once
turned up at an RSC Christmas party at the then Artistic Director Adrian Noble's house in north London, with some of Margaret's
mince pies in Tupperware boxes. She had pressed them upon him at the end of his visit, not letting him go until he had taken
something home with him 'to keep him going'. It's a very working-class thing: providing hospitality even for passing guests who
stay five mi