"Blond Norma Jeane spoke in exclamations to hide her growing anxiety! Was she being watched? By hidden eyes? Behind the restless klieg lights scanning the crowd? At times, raked by the light? V's handsome face appeared bleached out, a fine-wrinkled parchment mask. His eyes were just sockets. What was the purpose in being here? A sweat droplet, coarsened by talcum powder, inched downward between Norma Jeane's big beautiful breasts in the snug red dress. Always there is a script. But not always known to you."
The life of Marilyn Monroe is pretty well-stoked territory, if you ask me. The blonde goddess icon with the silversweet smile and figure that drove the world wild is brought back