Evelyn Hugo, the novel’s titular protagonist, must frequently choose between furthering her career and honoring her values. In her early teens, she realizes one of the only sources of power she has is her body, so she very quickly becomes accustomed to using it in order to get what she wants, justifying her actions based on their outcomes. When Evelyn divorces Ernie Diaz, her first husband, she does so because she knows she’ll gain more attention as a single woman, dating film stars, than as a married one. When she allows producer Ari Sullivan to orally pleasure her, she’s able to soothe her own physical discomfort with the idea that this situation will lead to the vital beginnings of a career on screen. Indeed, early in the novel, it’s hard to tell whether Evelyn has any morals at all, given that she’s able to justify even the most extreme situations and decisions by assessing how they’ll contribute to her personal success.
Soon, though, Evelyn’s pragmatic actions begin to jeopardize her relationships with the people she holds most dear. Her decision to film an explicit sex scene for the film Three A.M. without first asking Celia, her partner, how it’d make her feel leads to her relationship with Celia crumbling, demonstrating that when Evelyn prioritizes her soaring career over her respect for her friends and loved ones, she’ll lose what truly makes her happy. Because Evelyn started out in Hollywood with nothing, feeling no strong connection to anyone—not even her husband—it’s difficult for her to realize that a successful career is no substitute for happiness. Once she does realize this, however, she’s able to bow out of her career in order to care for her daughter, Connor, and Celia in a remote part of Spain, and finally to share her story with Monique, a reporter, despite the repercussions that telling her story may have on her legacy when specific details come to light. In the end, it’s through Evelyn’s deepest relationships that she learns what her true morals are: love, respect, and honesty—and that honoring these morals gives her far more satisfaction than wealth or success.
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Ambition vs. Morality Quotes in The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
My mother raised me to be polite, to be demure. I have long operated under the idea that civility is subservience. But it hasn’t gotten me very far, that type of kindness. The world respects people who think they should be running it. I’ve never understood that, but I’m done fighting it. I’m here to be Frankie one day, maybe bigger than Frankie. To do big, important work that I am proud of. To leave a mark. And I’m nowhere near doing that yet.
I sit on my couch, open my laptop, and answer some e-mails. I start to order something for dinner. And it is only when I go to put my feet up that I remember there is no coffee table. For the first time since he left, I have not come into this apartment immediately thinking of David.
Instead, what plays in the back of my mind all weekend—from my Friday night in to my Saturday night out and my Sunday morning at the park—isn’t How did my marriage fail? but rather Who the hell was Evelyn Hugo in love with?
And then, of course, there was the three-page questionnaire I had to fill out about my life until then. What did my father do for a living? What did I like to do in my spare time? Did I have any pets?
When I turned in my honest answers, the researcher read it in one sitting and said, “Oh, no, no, no. This won’t do at all. From now on, your mother died in an accident, leaving your father to raise you. He worked as a builder in Manhattan, and on weekends during the summer, he’d take you to Coney Island. If anyone asks, you love tennis and swimming and you have a Saint Bernard named Roger.”
I had made my way three thousand miles from where I was born. I had found a way to be in the right place at the right time. I’d changed my name. Changed my hair. Changed my teeth and my body. I’d learned how to act. I’d made the right friends. I’d married into a famous family. Most of America knew my name.
And yet…
And yet.
“And now that I don’t have her, and I have more money than I could ever use in this lifetime, and my name is cemented in Hollywood history, and I know how hollow it is, I am kicking myself for every single second I chose it over loving her proudly. But that’s a luxury. You can do that when you’re rich and famous. You can decide that wealth and renown are worthless when you have them. Back then, I still thought I had all the time I needed to do everything I wanted. That if I just played my cards right, I could have it all.”
Rex put out his hand, and I shook it.
“Well, I should be going,” he said, checking his watch. “I have a date with a particularly eager young lady, and I’d hate to keep her waiting.” He buttoned his coat as I stood up. “When should we tie the knot?” he asked.
Harry laughed and put out his hand. I shook it. “Once again, Evelyn, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
What Max was talking about was a graphic portrayal of female desire. And my gut instinct was that I loved the idea. I mean, the thought of filming a graphic sex scene with Don was about as arousing to me as a bowl of bran flakes. But I wanted to push the envelope. I wanted to show a woman getting off. I liked the idea of showing a woman having sex because she wanted to be pleased instead of being desperate to please. So in a moment of excitement, I grabbed my coat, put out my hand, and said, “I’m in.”
No one is all good or all bad. I know this, of course. I had to learn it at a young age. But sometimes it’s easy to forget just how true it is. That it applies to everyone.
Until you’re sitting in front of the woman who put your father’s dead body in the driver’s seat of a car to save the reputation of her best friend—and you realize she held on to a letter for almost three decades because she wanted to know how much you were loved.
Maybe I’ll leave that part out completely. I think I’d be willing to lie about Evelyn’s life to protect my mother. I think I’d be willing to omit the truth from public knowledge in the interest of the happiness and sanity of a person I love dearly.