MARTHA GELLHORN

This life is well worth reading about.

http://www.powells.com/review/2006_10_05

"The shape of Gellhorn's life during the decades that followed
was a double quest. She sought to experience as an eyewitness
the horrors that the century of total war kept inventing. And,
perhaps in reaction, she tried to find the great good place that
would be her refuge from war and the boredom of St. Louis. She
tried Cuernavaca, Rome, and Kenya before settling, during her
final years, on a flat in London and a cottage in Wales. She never
found the right man to share these places with her. The right
man probably did not exist. Gellhorn's letters to her various
lovers -- a blur of doctors and diplomats, journalists and generals
-- are either manic professions of eternal love or depressive
intimations of the impossibility of same. In 1954, she tried marriage
again, only to discover a few years later that her husband, the
writer T.S. Matthews, was cheating on her. She was shocked, but
Edmund Wilson, a Princeton classmate of Matthews, could have warned
her: 'He is always in the pants of some woman.'"