Wednesday, May 24, 2006

before the show...

Timebends, Arthur Miller’s autobiography, was a crushing disappointment but I have to send my props here to the coolest guy in the room who helped me get my hands on it: Magoba Brian. Next project (and all my trusted grouchy critics assure me it won’t be a downer): leafing through Bob Dylan’s Chronicles Volume 1. If anyone out there owns a copy, could we be friends please?!

But bad though Timebends was, I was truffle hunting for one thing only: Marilyn Monroe through the eyes of a former husband whose writing career ground to a halt after a brush with her. I didn’t get exactly what I hoped for (non hysterical explanation of the magic of Marilyn) but some nuggets for you fans slavering!


first, meeting Marilyn:

"on one of these evenings a young woman to whom kazan had introduced me some days before created quickened center for the company's interest, attended by its barely suppressed sneer. in this roomful of actresses and wives of substantial men, all striving to dress and behave with an emphatically ladylike reserve, Marilyn Monroe seemed almost ludicrously provocative, a strange bird in the aviary, if only because her dress was so blatantly tight, declaring rather than insinuating that she had brought her body along and that it was the best one in the room. and she seemed younger and more girlish than when i had first seen her. the female resentment that surrounded her at Feldman's approached the consistency of acrid smoke. an exception was the actress evelyn keyes, a Huston ex-wife, who managed to draw Marilyn out, sitting with her on a settee, and who softly said to me later as she watched her dancing with someone, "they'll eat her alive." the eye sought in vain to find the least fault in the architecture of her form as she moved with her partner, her perfection seeming to invite the inevitable wound that would make her more like the others. and so it was a perfection that aroused a wish to defend it, though i suspected at the same time how tough she must be to have survived here for so long and with such relative success. but apparently she was now alone in the world."




and all too common phenomenon enuff 2 terrify any insecure husband:

"the three of us wandered through a bookstore, marilyn wanting to find salesman. when i turned to hand her a copy i had found on the drama shelf, i saw out of the corner of my eye a man, chinese or japanese, staring at her from the next aisle while masturbating in his pants. i quickly moved her away from the man, whom she had not seen. she was wearing an ordinary blouse and skirt, not at all provocative, but even here, with her attention on other things than herself, the air around her was charged."

3 comments:

Degstar said...

i dont think Marilyn was all that and a bag of chips. Dorothy Dandridge and Marlene Dietrich yes but Monroe...nah!

savage said...

Babe really slept her way to the top.

Iwaya said...

putting the black pride thing for a moment aside, what was so damn special about dorothy dandridge?

i know marlene was a man-shouldered woman with a wicked imagination.