Goddess: The Secret Lives of Marilyn Monroe
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She was born Norma Jeane but the world knew and loved her as Marilyn. Her life was one of unprecedented fame and private misery, her death a tragedy surrounded by mysteries. Drawing on first-hand interviews Anthony Summers offers both a classic biography and a shockingly revealing account of the screen goddess's relations with John and Robert Kennedy. 'The definitive story of the legend ...more convincing at every page - told with all the coldness of truth and the authority of the historian, but at the end of it we still love Marilyn' Maeve Binchy, Irish Times
famous body for the last time. Across the country, the living were asked for their reactions. The former husbands said little. Reached on the beat by police radio, James Dougherty managed only, ‘I’m sorry.’ Arthur Miller, for all his skills as a wordsmith, could hardly speak at all. Through a family member, he was quoted as saying, ‘It had to happen. I don’t know when or how, but it was inevitable.’ Miller said he would not be going to the funeral, because ‘she’s not really there any more.’ The
British-educated son of a Greek ship-owner. Today, after lengthy reporting experience, he is a veteran columnist for Britain’s Spectator magazine. During the Kennedy presidency he moved in society circles, playing star-class tennis and mixing with the famous — including the Kennedys. During the meeting at the Drake, said Theodoracopulos, Lawford introduced him to ‘Sam Moody or Mooney’. Mooney was one of Sam Giancana’s nicknames since childhood, and this was indeed the Mafia leader.
DiMaggio cried, ‘Okay, let’s get this marriage going,’ and the judge appealed to the crowd for quiet. An obedient ‘sh-h-h’ drifted up from the plaza. Marilyn signed the marriage certificate as Norma Jeane Mortenson Dougherty, and falsely gave her age as twenty-five; she was nearly twenty-eight. DiMaggio produced the ring — white gold with a circle of diamonds.* The press observed that Marilyn pledged only to ‘love, honor, and cherish’ DiMaggio, and did not promise to obey him. This was already a
reputation for promiscuity was vastly exaggerated. ‘Sure, she had her men,’ he said, ‘but not from couch to couch, man to man. Any relation she ever had was meaningful to her, built on a thread of hope, however mistaken. I’ve known social workers who have had a more checkered history than she has.’ The playwright in Miller admired the honesty in Marilyn, thought her ‘literally incapable of saying anything unless it was the truth.’ He said that as an actress, ‘she’ll either do the truth or go on
if Marilyn were not married, I would not object to marrying her.’ Marilyn, for her part, would not let go. For months to come, as her own marriage finally crumbled, she would fall back pathetically on the hope of luring Montand to her side. But they did not meet again. Simone Signoret, although deeply upset, handled the matter impeccably. ‘If Marilyn is in love with my husband,’ she said in a rare comment, ‘it proves she has good taste. For I am in love with him too.’ In a poignant passage of