High life

The King of Greece tells it like it really was

These gripping memoirs of a king, coup-maker and exile are looking for an English-language publisher

6 February 2016

9:00 AM

6 February 2016

9:00 AM


Viewed from Mars, this is a sunny, peaceful city. Up close, however, things ain’t what they used to be. First, those wonderful Greek smiles are gone, replaced by wintry ones at best. People are worried, as well they should be. At the Divani Caravel hotel, once owned by yours truly, the staff greet me as though I were a conquering hero. I was a benevolent owner who used to party and spread the wealth. Now things are more professional, and the hotel is profitable because of expert management. The staff is the best in Athens by far.

The migrant crisis is secondary, from what I hear. Pension reform and the country’s creditors are on a collision course, with daily strikes impeding any growth to an economy that’s hit rock-bottom. It will get worse, as it is an intractable gridlock. How can an economy grow and pay its debts when it is in austerity’s python-like grip? For python read Angela Merkel. This woman, who has stated that ‘the right to political asylum has no limits on the number of asylum seekers’, should obviously be shot without a blindfold, the trouble being that no one shoots women any longer except for Isis and its ilk. Slovakia and Hungary have been wise to tell economic migrants and the EU to shove it, but poor Greece is on the front line, as is Italy. No one expects Turkey not to undermine Greece, just as no one can count on Libya to spare Italy.

I flew into Athens for two concerts by Israel’s national orchestra conducted by the great Zubin Mehta. Sponsored by my oldest friend, Aleko Goulandris, I had the opportunity to study the maestro up close, dining and lunching with him, with a private rendition from The Barber of Seville by the great soprano Christina Poulitsi, a young woman who will go very far in the opera world. The maestro had studied with Dimitri Mitropoulos when he was a youngster — we are exactly the same age — and told me how the Greek would point at a score, ask him to pick any page and Dimitri would know it by heart. Zubin also conducts without a score, and his suite from Ravel’s ballet Daphnis et Chloé brought down the house. He also gave us Mozart, Tchaikovsky, von Weber, Rossini and Saint-Saëns. His wife, Nancy Kovack, was a very beautiful Hollywood actress back in the early Sixties, and she and I pulled the maestro’s leg about our dates — innocent ones, alas, in El Morocco. Ah, those were the days.

But back to Athens. I left for good in 1994. I owned three houses and lots of land on the island of Zante. Most of them are now gone, sold, but I still have property in the Peloponnese. I knew everyone there was to know, and then some, and have kept all the friends who are still kicking. So it hurts when I see them as I now spend my time in New York and the Alps. We used to raise such hell and at times it felt as though we owned the place. Representing Greece in a couple of sports helped. Even the cops used to turn a blind eye to some of our shenanigans. Athenian life was slow and sweet, sunny and full of charm. No one worried about tomorrow. There was never a frenzied rush for anything; most of the time I was in a slow haze, dreaming of some Grecian maiden I had spotted in Kolonaki Square.

The memories remain. The only good thing about austerity is that no old buildings have been knocked down. Things have just got grubbier. During the concerts I sat with the Greek royal family, including King Constantine’s sister, Queen Sofia of Spain. The King has written his memoirs, or how things really were, finally telling his side of the story. Excerpts from the book tripled the circulation of the newspapers that carried them. The book is being translated into English and here is my proposal: King Constantine has agreed that I find him an English and American publisher. No one has a more interesting story to tell. King at 24 and married to the most beautiful princess in Europe, a coup-maker against the colonels on 13 December 1967, exiled after its failure, yet denied by opportunistic and lying politician his role as the first man to stand up to the military. And what a life he’s had despite that major setback. As a young crown prince he stayed with Eisenhower and de Gaulle, saw the Kennedys and LBJ up close, and knew every mover and shaker of his day, as they say. In the Rome Olympics in 1960 he won an Olympic gold medal in sailing.

The reason I am the intermediary for this book is that I volunteered. I can be contacted through The Spectator, as time is not of the essence. I hope that the Speccie doesn’t mind me using its good offices. This is a very good book about a very interesting life.

Now it’s back to Gstaad on a very small airplane that goes very fast.

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  • davidshort10

    Just a boozy Greek with a US passport.

    • Todd Unctious

      Greeks suufer from a culture of lies and distrust.

  • jojomojoro

    a coup-maker against the colonels

    You forgot to mention how he prepared the ground for the colonel’s coup, by replacing the democratically elected government of the highly popular George Papandreou. The house of Glücksburg has been nothing other than a heavy and bloody burden on the back of the Greek people.

  • Fritz123

    Surprise, surprise, here is some copied paste from Alexander Kluge. He is a lesser known lawyer, author of a famous book on the freedom of universities and lawyer of the Frankfurt School, and very famous movie-maker, author of that famous Oberhausener Manifest on movie-making, independent movie-makers, sort of war coverage, maybe Eisenstein, who can write like On War and loves the


    of Clausewitz. There is allways something that goes wrong.