![]() Eve Arnold photographed her for Esquire magazine in a playground in Amagansett reading James Joyce’s Ulysses. Several photographs taken of Marilyn earlier in her life-the ones she especially liked-show her reading. In this month’s Vanity Fair, Sam Kashner writes: Did you see ‘The Misfits’ yet? In one sequence you can perhaps see how bare and strange a tree can be for me.” She also comes across as a lover of the written word. The grass, shabby evergreen bushes-though the trees give me a little hope-the desolate bare branches promising maybe there will be spring and maybe they promise hope. ![]() In a letter to a psychiatrist during a hospital stay in 1961, she writes, “Just now when I looked out the hospital window where the snow had covered everything is a kind of muted green. But Monroe also emerges in these pages as a surprisingly strong writer, capable of conveying very clearly and beautifully, in vivid images, her own pain. This is heartbreaking, not least for feeding the myth of the dumb, blond, “sweet angel of sex” (as Norman Mailer once put it). Its not to much fun to know yourself to well or think you do-everyone needs a little conciet to carry them through & past the falls. For someone like me its wrong to go through thorough self analisis-I do it enough in thought generalities enough. ![]()
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