Valerie Eliot - Life

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Valerie Fletcher, a native of Leeds, married Eliot, almost 38 years her senior, on 10 January 1957. She had first met Eliot in August, 1949 while working as a secretary at Faber & Faber. She was a star-struck fan at first, having been a big fan of Eliot's writing since her teenage years. In a 1994 interview with The Independent newspaper she recalled a very ordinary home life of evenings spent at home playing Scrabble and eating cheese, stating "He obviously needed a happy marriage. He wouldn't die until he'd had it."

Following T.S. Eliot's 1965 death, Valerie Eliot was his most important editor and literary executor, having brought to press The Waste Land: Facsimile and Manuscripts of the Original Drafts (1971) and The Letters of T. S. Eliot: Volume 1, 1898-1922 (1989). She assisted Christopher Ricks with his edition of The Inventions of the March Hare (1996), a volume of Eliot's unpublished verse. A second volume of T.S. Eliot's letters, was edited by his widow and long-delayed. One of Valerie Eliot's most lucrative decisions as executor was granting permission for a stage musical to be based on her husband's work Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats. This became the hit Andrew Lloyd Webber musical Cats. With her portion of the proceeds Valerie Eliot established "Old Possum's Practical Trust" -- a literary charity -- as well as funded the T.S. Eliot Prize.

In late 2009, the second volume was published. The third volume, edited by Valerie Eliot and John Haffenden, followed in July 2012. She donated the £15,000 annual prize money for the T. S. Eliot Prize. Valerie Eliot died on 9 November 2012 at her home in London.

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