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"A lush-bodied girl in the prime of her physical beauty. In an ivory georgette crepe sundress with a halter top that gathers her breasts up in soft undulating folds of the fabric. She's standing with bare legs apart on a New York subway grating. Her blond head is thrown rapturously back as an updraft lifts her full, flaring skirt, exposing white cotton panties. White cotton! The ivory-crepe sundress is floating and filmy as magic. The dress is magic. Without the dress the girl would be female meat, raw and exposed. "She was an all-American girl who became a legend of unparalleled stature. She inspired the adoration of millions, and her life has beguiled generations of fans and fellow artists. The story of Norma Jeane Baker better known by her studio name "Marilyn Monroe"--has been dissected for more than three decades, but never has it been captured in a narrative as breathtaking and transforming as Blonde.
In her most ambitious work to date, Joyce Carol Oates, one of America's most distinguished, writers, reimagines the inner, poetic, and spiritual life of Norma Jeane Baker--the child, the woman, the fated celebrity--and tells the story in Norma Jeane's own voice: startling, rich, and shattering. This most intimate portrait of Norma Jeane reveals a fragile, idiosyncratically gifted young woman who makes and remakes her identity, ever managing to survive against crushing odds to become the definition of stardom. Bit by bit, she tells her own epic story of how an emblematic American artist--perpetually conflicted and intensely driven--lost her way.
Drawing on biographical and historical sources, Joyce Carol Oates evokes the distinct consciousness of the woman and the unsparing reflection of the myth, writing as she has never written before ecstatic, completely absorbed, inhabited as if by the spirit of her extraordinary subject. Rich with psychological insight and disturbing irony, this mesmerizing narrative illumines Norma Jeane's lonely childhood, wrenching adolescence, and the creation of "Marilyn Monroe."
Distorted and misunderstood, the muted voice of Norma Jeane and the grand legacy of Marilyn Monroe are also a looking glass into the shadow-world of Hollywood. While paying tribute to the elusive art of acting and moviemaking, Joyce Carol Oates depicts the chilling panorama of an industry that nourishes and devours the "pure products" of America.
Blonde offers astonishing-and often disturbing--portraits of the powerful men in Norma Jeane's life: the Ex-Athlete, the Playwright, the President, the Dark Prince.
With fresh insights into the heart of a celebrity culture hypnotized by its own, myths, Blonde is a sweeping novel about the elusive magic of a woman, the lasting legacy of a star, and the heartbreak behind the creation of the most evocative icon of the twentieth century.
738 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2000
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Joyce Carol Oates
870听books9,025听followersJoyce Carol Oates is an American writer. Oates published her first book in 1963, and has since published 58 novels, a number of plays and novellas, and many volumes of short stories, poetry, and nonfiction. Her novels Black Water (1992), What I Lived For (1994), and Blonde (2000), and her short story collections The Wheel of Love (1970) and Lovely, Dark, Deep: Stories (2014) were each finalists for the Pulitzer Prize. She has won many awards for her writing, including the National Book Award, for her novel Them (1969), two O. Henry Awards, the National Humanities Medal, and the Jerusalem Prize (2019).
Oates taught at Princeton University from 1978 to 2014, and is the Roger S. Berlind '52 Professor Emerita in the Humanities with the Program in Creative Writing. From 2016 to 2020, she was a visiting professor at the University of California, Berkeley, where she taught short fiction in the spring semesters. She now teaches at Rutgers University, New Brunswick.
Oates was elected to the American Philosophical Society in 2016.
Pseudonyms: Rosamond Smith and .
Oates taught at Princeton University from 1978 to 2014, and is the Roger S. Berlind '52 Professor Emerita in the Humanities with the Program in Creative Writing. From 2016 to 2020, she was a visiting professor at the University of California, Berkeley, where she taught short fiction in the spring semesters. She now teaches at Rutgers University, New Brunswick.
Oates was elected to the American Philosophical Society in 2016.
Pseudonyms: Rosamond Smith and .
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October 22, 2020
YOU MUST READ THIS! Have to have to! And you will. It must be one of the BEST (FINEST) novels of all time. (& y'all know that this is the sole topic I will NEVER joke about.)
Seeing the elusive, the ephemeral, through different filters--a jaguar prowling through the jungle, a baby left all alone, as if you had the privilege to do so in the first place. "Blonde" is a privilege to read-- the rarest of rare novel/poetry book combos. Why read itty bitty poetry in its refracted, basically restricted state? Read novels, exemplary novels like this one, for a novel like "Blonde" kicks the ass of those tiny singular books... there is poetry in each and every page. Undertaking this journey is a huge endeavor for the reader. This humongous tale for the reader is a grotesque fairy tale through & through.
Norma Jean's thoughts/actions occur in present tense, in actual time, & also in fatalistic retrospection. It is a topsy turvy house of horror.
This is an expert fictionalization; momentous literature which must be absolutely devoured.
The saga is sublime. The topic, the figurehead that is Marilyn Monroe, is and has been ultimately misinterpreted. But thanks to Joyce Carol Oates (give her a Nobel already [I mean, even Coetzee and Saramago have one!]) and her extensive research, the meat on the bones are as beautiful and enigmatic as the person herself (and by this, I mean Monroe AND J.C.O.: their collaboration is what dreams are made of. Their nightmare is our heaven).
(Strange to figure how many modern actresses wish to emulate the gorgeous blond, they try time after time, and the great actress tried so much to be the character she was chosen to portray. She was even painfully paranoid of her fictional characterizations drifting into her real life like ghosts!)
Consider Oates's Norma Jean as a 20th century Emma Bovary-- but with something to offer the outside world. And of this many great Hollywood men took notice, and the exploitation that ensues is demonic. The elusive father figure-- Norma Jean never met hers, and so what happens is a collection of men she disgustingly refers to as "Daddy." (see? Even porno stars want to be Marilyn!) She becomes addicted to Codeine tablets, super quick solutions to issues which stem all the way from infancy. There is a patina of infinite sadness, of devastation being covered up for the sake of illusion and the glimmering of the silver screen. The novel is filled with endings-- conceivably, almost every section in the story could be a possible way for Oates to finish her masterpiece-- the prolongment is absolutely masochistic and inspiring, if that makes any sense. The novel that starts off with dolls, star homes and star funerals is undoubtedly what awaits the girl (beautiful and young corpse) at the end. Everything: sad, with a foretaste of certain doom, of impending tragedy. The girl devoted to God and literature and meaty roles (as evidenced by her poems and musings which) beg the reader to feel defensive of her, of this child in a woman's body, The Woman's body. The cooly complex metaphysical stuff (this is a 21st century novel after all and all the Greats brought out all their tricks at this point) is infused with intelligence, and, yes, MAGIC. Marilyn is a woman who falls out of time. She recalls scripts that have never even existed before but compete with her actual life-- she's smart beyond recognition, she is not DUMB AT ALL. She juxtaposes art with life, and this is what all actresses, all good actresses, must feel for their art. She suffers for her art like any other artist worth his or her salt.
It is pretty rare for literature to be so perfectly precise in emulating the theme and source it describes: like the person herself (R.I.P) the novel, for me, will remain unique and unforgettable.
Seeing the elusive, the ephemeral, through different filters--a jaguar prowling through the jungle, a baby left all alone, as if you had the privilege to do so in the first place. "Blonde" is a privilege to read-- the rarest of rare novel/poetry book combos. Why read itty bitty poetry in its refracted, basically restricted state? Read novels, exemplary novels like this one, for a novel like "Blonde" kicks the ass of those tiny singular books... there is poetry in each and every page. Undertaking this journey is a huge endeavor for the reader. This humongous tale for the reader is a grotesque fairy tale through & through.
Norma Jean's thoughts/actions occur in present tense, in actual time, & also in fatalistic retrospection. It is a topsy turvy house of horror.
This is an expert fictionalization; momentous literature which must be absolutely devoured.
The saga is sublime. The topic, the figurehead that is Marilyn Monroe, is and has been ultimately misinterpreted. But thanks to Joyce Carol Oates (give her a Nobel already [I mean, even Coetzee and Saramago have one!]) and her extensive research, the meat on the bones are as beautiful and enigmatic as the person herself (and by this, I mean Monroe AND J.C.O.: their collaboration is what dreams are made of. Their nightmare is our heaven).
(Strange to figure how many modern actresses wish to emulate the gorgeous blond, they try time after time, and the great actress tried so much to be the character she was chosen to portray. She was even painfully paranoid of her fictional characterizations drifting into her real life like ghosts!)
Consider Oates's Norma Jean as a 20th century Emma Bovary-- but with something to offer the outside world. And of this many great Hollywood men took notice, and the exploitation that ensues is demonic. The elusive father figure-- Norma Jean never met hers, and so what happens is a collection of men she disgustingly refers to as "Daddy." (see? Even porno stars want to be Marilyn!) She becomes addicted to Codeine tablets, super quick solutions to issues which stem all the way from infancy. There is a patina of infinite sadness, of devastation being covered up for the sake of illusion and the glimmering of the silver screen. The novel is filled with endings-- conceivably, almost every section in the story could be a possible way for Oates to finish her masterpiece-- the prolongment is absolutely masochistic and inspiring, if that makes any sense. The novel that starts off with dolls, star homes and star funerals is undoubtedly what awaits the girl (beautiful and young corpse) at the end. Everything: sad, with a foretaste of certain doom, of impending tragedy. The girl devoted to God and literature and meaty roles (as evidenced by her poems and musings which) beg the reader to feel defensive of her, of this child in a woman's body, The Woman's body. The cooly complex metaphysical stuff (this is a 21st century novel after all and all the Greats brought out all their tricks at this point) is infused with intelligence, and, yes, MAGIC. Marilyn is a woman who falls out of time. She recalls scripts that have never even existed before but compete with her actual life-- she's smart beyond recognition, she is not DUMB AT ALL. She juxtaposes art with life, and this is what all actresses, all good actresses, must feel for their art. She suffers for her art like any other artist worth his or her salt.
It is pretty rare for literature to be so perfectly precise in emulating the theme and source it describes: like the person herself (R.I.P) the novel, for me, will remain unique and unforgettable.
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October 3, 2022I have conflicting emotions about this book, and it goes something like this, 鈥淭he book is about Marilyn, so what is there NOT to like about it, right? Warts and all, it is a powerful book written by a powerful writer.鈥� But the song that keeps playing in my head, the words that keep haunting me, comes from the voice of another writer, This is the story of a rape.
鈥�This is the story of a rape, of the events that led up to it and followed it and of the place in which it happened. There are the action, the people and the place; all of which are interrelated but in their totality incommunicable in isolation from the moral continuum of human affairs.鈥� (Paul Scott, .)
There is something so ugly and disturbing about Joyce Carol Oates鈥檚 interpretation of Marilyn鈥檚 life that if one were to take away the author鈥檚 name, one would suspect it was written by a loathsome mysogynist, hell-bent on destroying every last vestige of humanity in Marilyn Monroe, movie-queen, and Norma Jeane Baker, innocent dreamer.
I fell into a trance in the first few hundred pages, falling subject to Norma Jeane鈥檚 unquenchable spirit. Even tossed about by the vagaries of her early years, the reader sees how Norma Jeane was destined for some kind of greatness. She was an indefatigable optimist; a resilient life force that did battle with her mother鈥檚 depression and burgeoning insanity, and from under which she sprang out stronger still. It was only later, after the little fighter had grown into a vibrant woman who had been knocked down one too many times that the inherited depression finally consumed her and dragged her into hell. In the intervening years she fought -- and fought like hell -- to hang onto the dream of 鈥済etting out alive鈥� and making something of her life. The reader can鈥檛 help but feel an overwhelming sadness, and fatalism, because unlike the young Norma Jeane, we know how the story ends.
So far, so good, despite its all-consuming sadness.
Then, Oates鈥檚 fangs come out. She reveals to us her secret loathing for Marilyn, sub-consciously played out in the voice of the men who hated The Blonde Actress: cow, cunt, stupid cunt, mammalian bitch, tramp, slut, WHORE, sucker of cocks, depressed whacko bitch, stupid cunt, stupid cunt, stupid cunt. OK, we hear you. But that鈥檚 the point: I don鈥檛 hear the voice of the men so much as I hear Oates鈥檚 voice in my head: you whore, you bitch, you cunt. The sub-text screams to me so loudly, it鈥檚 like a punch in the face by Oates, every slander uttered.
This is nothing but a vile peep show, it occurred to me half way through the novel. Here I am, engaging in the tearing down of the movie-queen, complicit in the act of rape. No one is forcing me to read this book, just like no one forced Oates to write it.
The voyeuristic quality is enhanced by the protracted use of the third person: The Blonde Actress, The Ex-Athlete, The Playwright, The President. We, the readers, are standing in the red light district, leering into the dimly-lit and dirty window where the young woman lies exposed and vulnerable. No one looks away, either out of decency or revulsion. A human being is being torn apart, and we continue to be complicit in her excoriation.
You won鈥檛 write about me, will you, Daddy? You won鈥檛 write about me, will you? You won鈥檛 write about me?
Knowing this -- knowing how much Norma Jeane abhorred being written about in her Marilyn persona -- Oates revels in ignoring her plea. Like the paparazzi who swoop like carrion birds, she licks up every last intimate detail and splatters it luridly for our consumption.
Disturbingly, Oates seems even more obsessed with Marilyn鈥檚 body than the raving fans: dwelling, obsessively, on skin and excretions and secretions, ad nauseam. She is pre-occupied with Marilyn鈥檚 sexual intimacies and her miscarriages and her womb. She is so consumed by Marilyn鈥檚 womb, in fact, that she leaves us with the notion she believes all Marilyn ever was, was a big gaping receptacle of vileness, hungry for as much degradation as she could possibly contain. Over and over again, we hear stupid cunt, hailed as the avenue to the stinking, infertile receptacle. Marilyn鈥檚 womb did not bear fruit, after all -- it was simply another secreting, foul failure of our movie-queen.
鈥�I鈥檓 always running into people鈥檚 unconscious.鈥� Those words, prophetically spoken by Marilyn Monroe in her empty-headed persona, shine quite a light on this fictional biography. Oates seems to have run smack into the middle of her own 鈥渦nconscious鈥� while trying to explore Marilyn鈥檚.
As much as art can be an exploratory medium to expose the vileness of the world and act as a cathartic force for change, just as often it reveals the vileness or the victim within. It often uncovers our own hidden truths and reveals to us our own failings. When confronted with ourselves, it thus becomes easy to say 鈥渢his is just art鈥� when we really should be admitting 鈥渢his is me.鈥�
As much as this was an authoritative book then, it was an equally forceful indictment of the things that should not be said. Certain secrets should not be violated. Add to that, there are some books that should never have been written, despite the truths they hold. This is one of them.
So many will disagree -- because it was written by an influential writer, and it鈥檚 art.
鈥�This is the story of a rape, of the events that led up to it and followed it and of the place in which it happened. There are the action, the people and the place; all of which are interrelated but in their totality incommunicable in isolation from the moral continuum of human affairs.鈥� (Paul Scott, .)
There is something so ugly and disturbing about Joyce Carol Oates鈥檚 interpretation of Marilyn鈥檚 life that if one were to take away the author鈥檚 name, one would suspect it was written by a loathsome mysogynist, hell-bent on destroying every last vestige of humanity in Marilyn Monroe, movie-queen, and Norma Jeane Baker, innocent dreamer.
I fell into a trance in the first few hundred pages, falling subject to Norma Jeane鈥檚 unquenchable spirit. Even tossed about by the vagaries of her early years, the reader sees how Norma Jeane was destined for some kind of greatness. She was an indefatigable optimist; a resilient life force that did battle with her mother鈥檚 depression and burgeoning insanity, and from under which she sprang out stronger still. It was only later, after the little fighter had grown into a vibrant woman who had been knocked down one too many times that the inherited depression finally consumed her and dragged her into hell. In the intervening years she fought -- and fought like hell -- to hang onto the dream of 鈥済etting out alive鈥� and making something of her life. The reader can鈥檛 help but feel an overwhelming sadness, and fatalism, because unlike the young Norma Jeane, we know how the story ends.
So far, so good, despite its all-consuming sadness.
Then, Oates鈥檚 fangs come out. She reveals to us her secret loathing for Marilyn, sub-consciously played out in the voice of the men who hated The Blonde Actress: cow, cunt, stupid cunt, mammalian bitch, tramp, slut, WHORE, sucker of cocks, depressed whacko bitch, stupid cunt, stupid cunt, stupid cunt. OK, we hear you. But that鈥檚 the point: I don鈥檛 hear the voice of the men so much as I hear Oates鈥檚 voice in my head: you whore, you bitch, you cunt. The sub-text screams to me so loudly, it鈥檚 like a punch in the face by Oates, every slander uttered.
This is nothing but a vile peep show, it occurred to me half way through the novel. Here I am, engaging in the tearing down of the movie-queen, complicit in the act of rape. No one is forcing me to read this book, just like no one forced Oates to write it.
The voyeuristic quality is enhanced by the protracted use of the third person: The Blonde Actress, The Ex-Athlete, The Playwright, The President. We, the readers, are standing in the red light district, leering into the dimly-lit and dirty window where the young woman lies exposed and vulnerable. No one looks away, either out of decency or revulsion. A human being is being torn apart, and we continue to be complicit in her excoriation.
You won鈥檛 write about me, will you, Daddy? You won鈥檛 write about me, will you? You won鈥檛 write about me?
Knowing this -- knowing how much Norma Jeane abhorred being written about in her Marilyn persona -- Oates revels in ignoring her plea. Like the paparazzi who swoop like carrion birds, she licks up every last intimate detail and splatters it luridly for our consumption.
Disturbingly, Oates seems even more obsessed with Marilyn鈥檚 body than the raving fans: dwelling, obsessively, on skin and excretions and secretions, ad nauseam. She is pre-occupied with Marilyn鈥檚 sexual intimacies and her miscarriages and her womb. She is so consumed by Marilyn鈥檚 womb, in fact, that she leaves us with the notion she believes all Marilyn ever was, was a big gaping receptacle of vileness, hungry for as much degradation as she could possibly contain. Over and over again, we hear stupid cunt, hailed as the avenue to the stinking, infertile receptacle. Marilyn鈥檚 womb did not bear fruit, after all -- it was simply another secreting, foul failure of our movie-queen.
鈥�I鈥檓 always running into people鈥檚 unconscious.鈥� Those words, prophetically spoken by Marilyn Monroe in her empty-headed persona, shine quite a light on this fictional biography. Oates seems to have run smack into the middle of her own 鈥渦nconscious鈥� while trying to explore Marilyn鈥檚.
As much as art can be an exploratory medium to expose the vileness of the world and act as a cathartic force for change, just as often it reveals the vileness or the victim within. It often uncovers our own hidden truths and reveals to us our own failings. When confronted with ourselves, it thus becomes easy to say 鈥渢his is just art鈥� when we really should be admitting 鈥渢his is me.鈥�
As much as this was an authoritative book then, it was an equally forceful indictment of the things that should not be said. Certain secrets should not be violated. Add to that, there are some books that should never have been written, despite the truths they hold. This is one of them.
So many will disagree -- because it was written by an influential writer, and it鈥檚 art.
February 25, 2008
Finally finished, wish I were still reading, all magic is gone from life now, pls advs.
This is the New Feminist Text. I honestly think if every gal too young to remember (or too young to even have a mother who actively remembers the effects of) the women's movement of the 60s were given a copy of this book, we'd have much less patriarchy snackdom in the world, much more equal pay, and way fewer pointy-toed stilettos.
Marilyn Monroe was continuously, systematically screwed over, pawned, and sucked dry by man after man (playwright and athlete and high school sweetheart alike) -- as well as by Men鈩�, which includes not just men, but all the women, gentlemen, scholars, mathematicians, AND carpenters' wives who agree that the female body is but a glittery, soft object for boys to ogle, pet, and circle-jerk off to from the comforts of the Oval Office or locker-room bench alike -- an object off of which there's billions to be made! -- throughout her brief life.
All the girls these days who walk around purring docilely between bouts of bulimia in designer skinnyjeans on their way to have their antidepressant prescriptions refilled need to read this book and then get back to us on whether or not they still think calling themselves -- and maybe actually BECOMING -- feminists is unnecessary.
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Update: I'm absorbing this book slowly through a long & visually unremarkable osmotic process... or maybe it's the other way around, and I'm ITS prey. Either way, I'm only a little more than halfway through, and I think I might experience actual, physical withdrawal when I'm done.
For madness is seductive, sexy. Female madness.
So long as the female is reasonably young and attractive.
= why I love Joyce Carol Oates
This is the New Feminist Text. I honestly think if every gal too young to remember (or too young to even have a mother who actively remembers the effects of) the women's movement of the 60s were given a copy of this book, we'd have much less patriarchy snackdom in the world, much more equal pay, and way fewer pointy-toed stilettos.
Marilyn Monroe was continuously, systematically screwed over, pawned, and sucked dry by man after man (playwright and athlete and high school sweetheart alike) -- as well as by Men鈩�, which includes not just men, but all the women, gentlemen, scholars, mathematicians, AND carpenters' wives who agree that the female body is but a glittery, soft object for boys to ogle, pet, and circle-jerk off to from the comforts of the Oval Office or locker-room bench alike -- an object off of which there's billions to be made! -- throughout her brief life.
All the girls these days who walk around purring docilely between bouts of bulimia in designer skinnyjeans on their way to have their antidepressant prescriptions refilled need to read this book and then get back to us on whether or not they still think calling themselves -- and maybe actually BECOMING -- feminists is unnecessary.
___________________________________________
Update: I'm absorbing this book slowly through a long & visually unremarkable osmotic process... or maybe it's the other way around, and I'm ITS prey. Either way, I'm only a little more than halfway through, and I think I might experience actual, physical withdrawal when I'm done.
For madness is seductive, sexy. Female madness.
So long as the female is reasonably young and attractive.
= why I love Joyce Carol Oates
June 27, 2021
My introduction to the fiction of Joyce Carol Oates is Blonde, a radically distilled accounting of the life and death of Norma Jeane Baker, who exploded onto screens (and magazine spreads) in 1950 as "Marilyn Monroe," became a global sex symbol and almost as quickly, exited the world in a drug overdose. Published in 2000, this is fiction, with characters of the author's invention mingling with real people (some unidentified by name). The word "epic" gets thrown about as an adjective far too often, but seems appropriate here in a big, daring book more vivid and harrowing than a biography could be, peeling away the layers around the 20th century's most enigmatic celebrity.
In the speculative history Oates plunges the reader into, Norma Jeane's first memory comes at the age of two or three when her mother Gladys Mortensen takes her to Grauman's Chinese Theater. The curious, curly-haired girl begins to frame the events of her life as scenes in a silver screen drama being played out for an audience. By the age of six, in the year 1932, Norma Jeane is living in Los Angeles under the care of her maternal Grandma Della. Her biological father is and always will be unknown, while her mentally unstable mother works for The Studio in a negative-cutting lab. Insisting Norma Jeane call her "Gladys," she changes addresses almost as often as moods.
When Grandma Della suffers a stroke, Norma Jeane is placed in the custody of her mother, sharing a bungalow on 828 Highland Avenue. Their closest friends are their neighbors Jess Flynn and Clive Pearce, who work as a film cutter and a musician, respectively. Gladys sees that her shy daughter take piano lessons with Uncle Clive and takes her on tours past the homes of the stars, but suffering paranoid schizophrenia, is a physically and verbally abusive parent. Gladys loses her job and after she sets the bungalow on fire, is interned at the State Hospital in Norwalk. Unable to care for a child full-time, Aunt Jess turns Norma Jeane over to the Los Angeles Orphans Home Society.
Who had brought her to this place the child could not recall. There were no distinct faces in her memory, and no names. For many days she was mute. Her throat was raw and parched as if she'd been forced to inhale fire. She could not eat without gagging and often vomiting. She was sickly-looking and sick. She was hoping to die. She was mature enough to articulate that wish: I am so ashamed, nobody wants me, I want to die. She was not mature enough to comprehend the rage of such a wish. Nor the ecstasy of madness of ambition to revenge herself upon the world by conquering it, somehow, anyhow--however any "world" is "conquered" by any mere individual, and that individual female, parentless, isolated, and seemingly of as much intrinsic worth as a solitary insect amid a teeming mass of insects. Yet I will make you all love me and I will punish myself to spite your love was not then Norma Jeane's threat, for she knew herself, despite the wound in her soul, lucky to have been brought to this place and not scalded to death or burned alive by her raging mother in the bungalow at 828 Highland Avenue.
Norma Jeane's charisma attracts couples looking to adopt, but Gladys refuses to sign papers giving up custody. In 1938, Norma Jeane is finally placed in a foster home, with Elsie and Warren Pirig of Van Nuys. As a teenager, Norma Jeane is hard working and obedient, but painfully shy, an adequate student who fails to be chosen for cheerleading or theater arts. Genetic blessings and a gift for ethereal innocence wielded without effort attract the attention of men, including her Uncle Warren. Initially repelled by the prospect of marriage, Norma Jeane bends to Elsie's schemes and weds a good-looking boy from a respectable family named Bucky Glazer. She is sixteen years old.
As a wife, Norma Jeane seeks perfection and nothing less, working hard to make sure that all of her husband's needs are met. Initially grateful to have been matched to a wife with movie stars looks, Bucky is nothing but a boy himself, and ultimately bristles at his bride's neediness and creeping insecurity that he too might one day leave her. In 1943, he does just that, enlisting in the Merchant Marines. Heartbroken and refusing the help of her in-laws, Norma Jeane goes to work at Radio Plane Aircraft in Burbank. On the assembly line, she ultimately catches the eye of photographer Otto Ose as he searches for good-looking faces for a piece in Stars and Stripes on girls of the home front.
As a model, Norma Jeane has her revenge on those who've rejected her, but has her eyes set on being taken seriously as an actress. She lands an agent, a cunning hunchback named I.A. Shinn who not only envisions big things for Norma Jeane, but is in love with her. Signed to a six-month contract with The Studio after she submits to the sexual gratifications of starmaking executive Mr. Z, Norma Jeane, Shinn and Z arrive on "Marilyn Monroe" as her new name. Her contract expires without fanfare and Monroe accepts $50 from Otto Ose to pose nude. With his client at rock bottom, Shinn calls in favors and gets Monroe an audition for a bit part in a movie titled The Asphalt Jungle.
The director stares astonished at this platinum blonde lying on the floor at his feet Explaining the character to me! to me, the director! She'd become as unself-conscious as a young willful child. An aggressive child. He forgets to light the Cuban cigar he's unwrapped and stuck between his teeth. There's absolute silence in the rehearsal room as "Marilyn Monroe" begins the scene by shutting her eyes, lying motionless in a mimicry of sleep, her breathing deep and slow and rhythmic (and her rib cage and breasts rising, falling, rising, falling), her smooth arms and her legs in nylons outstretched in the abandonment of sleep deep as hypnosis. What are the thoughts men think, gazing down upon the body of a beautiful sleeping girl? Eyes shut, lips just slightly parted. The opening of the scene lasts no more than a few seconds but it seems much longer. And the director is thinking, This girl is the first actress of the twenty or more he's auditioned for the role (including the black haired actress he's probably going to cast) who has caught on to the significance of the scene's opening, the first who seems to have given the role any intelligent thought and who has actually read the entire script (or so she claims) and formed some sort of judgment on it. The girl opens her eyes, sits up slowly and blinking, wide-eyed, and says in a whisper, "Oh, I--must have been asleep." Is she acting, or has she actually been asleep? Everyone's uncomfortable. There is something strange here. The girl with seeming na茂vet茅 (or cunning) addresses the director and not the assistant who's reading Louis Calhern's lines, and in this way she makes the director, still with the unlit Cuban cigar clamped between his teeth, her "uncle" lover.
There were scenes in Blonde so vivid I saw them play out as a long-form television in my mind. Both the tragic glamour of the Marilyn Monroe story and Oates' insightful and electric prose are powerfully compelling. The rooting interest for Norma Jeane to survive the abuses leveled on her by those in power and to take control of her life is strong, even though we know how she ultimately loses her life. Oates justifies her massive page length by exploring how relationships or experiences became the keys Norma Jeane used to unlock her most memorable performances on set. Norma Jeane's approach to her craft is responsible for the enigma of Marilyn Monroe.
Widmark was taken by surprise. Never would he know who was "Marilyn," who was "Nell." It wasn't Widmark's style of acting. He was a skilled technical actor. He followed a director's direction. Often his mind was elsewhere. There was something humiliating about being an actor, if you were a man. Any actor is a kind of female. The makeup, the wardrobe fittings. The emphasis on looks, attractiveness. Who the hell cares what a man looks like? What kind of man wears eye makeup, lipstick, rouge? But he'd expected to walk away with the movie. A crappy melodrama that might've been a stage play it was so talky and static, mostly a single set. "Richard Widmark" was the sole box-office name in the cast and he took it for granted he'd dominate the movie. Swagger through Don't Bother To Knock as the love interest of two good-looking young women who never meet (The other was Anne Bancroft, in her Hollywood debut.) But every fucking scene with "Nell" was a grapple. He'd swear that girl wasn't acting. She was so deep into her movie character you couldn't communicate with her; it was like trying to speak with a sleepwalker. Eyes wide open and seemingly seeing, but she's seeing a dream. Of course, the babysitter Nell was a kind of sleepwalker; the script defined her that way. And, seeing "Jed Powers," she doesn't see him, she sees her dead fianc茅; she's trapped in delusion.
Oates demonstrates remarkable agility balancing plates in Blonde. There's Norma Jeane's need for respect as an artist and how this contradicts her need to be cared for. There are the men: her second husband (referred to as The Ex-Athlete) and third husband (who goes as The Playwright), as well as two fictions: the estranged sons of Charlie Chaplin and Edward G. Robinson who Norma Jeane constructs a m茅nage 脿 trois with; all of these are nuanced characters attracted to pieces of Norma Jeane and repelled by parts of Marilyn. Though mingling of fact and fiction, we're shown how an often sick industry can damage and destroy unstable people, and whether immortality on film is worth that sacrifice.
In the speculative history Oates plunges the reader into, Norma Jeane's first memory comes at the age of two or three when her mother Gladys Mortensen takes her to Grauman's Chinese Theater. The curious, curly-haired girl begins to frame the events of her life as scenes in a silver screen drama being played out for an audience. By the age of six, in the year 1932, Norma Jeane is living in Los Angeles under the care of her maternal Grandma Della. Her biological father is and always will be unknown, while her mentally unstable mother works for The Studio in a negative-cutting lab. Insisting Norma Jeane call her "Gladys," she changes addresses almost as often as moods.
When Grandma Della suffers a stroke, Norma Jeane is placed in the custody of her mother, sharing a bungalow on 828 Highland Avenue. Their closest friends are their neighbors Jess Flynn and Clive Pearce, who work as a film cutter and a musician, respectively. Gladys sees that her shy daughter take piano lessons with Uncle Clive and takes her on tours past the homes of the stars, but suffering paranoid schizophrenia, is a physically and verbally abusive parent. Gladys loses her job and after she sets the bungalow on fire, is interned at the State Hospital in Norwalk. Unable to care for a child full-time, Aunt Jess turns Norma Jeane over to the Los Angeles Orphans Home Society.
Who had brought her to this place the child could not recall. There were no distinct faces in her memory, and no names. For many days she was mute. Her throat was raw and parched as if she'd been forced to inhale fire. She could not eat without gagging and often vomiting. She was sickly-looking and sick. She was hoping to die. She was mature enough to articulate that wish: I am so ashamed, nobody wants me, I want to die. She was not mature enough to comprehend the rage of such a wish. Nor the ecstasy of madness of ambition to revenge herself upon the world by conquering it, somehow, anyhow--however any "world" is "conquered" by any mere individual, and that individual female, parentless, isolated, and seemingly of as much intrinsic worth as a solitary insect amid a teeming mass of insects. Yet I will make you all love me and I will punish myself to spite your love was not then Norma Jeane's threat, for she knew herself, despite the wound in her soul, lucky to have been brought to this place and not scalded to death or burned alive by her raging mother in the bungalow at 828 Highland Avenue.
Norma Jeane's charisma attracts couples looking to adopt, but Gladys refuses to sign papers giving up custody. In 1938, Norma Jeane is finally placed in a foster home, with Elsie and Warren Pirig of Van Nuys. As a teenager, Norma Jeane is hard working and obedient, but painfully shy, an adequate student who fails to be chosen for cheerleading or theater arts. Genetic blessings and a gift for ethereal innocence wielded without effort attract the attention of men, including her Uncle Warren. Initially repelled by the prospect of marriage, Norma Jeane bends to Elsie's schemes and weds a good-looking boy from a respectable family named Bucky Glazer. She is sixteen years old.
As a wife, Norma Jeane seeks perfection and nothing less, working hard to make sure that all of her husband's needs are met. Initially grateful to have been matched to a wife with movie stars looks, Bucky is nothing but a boy himself, and ultimately bristles at his bride's neediness and creeping insecurity that he too might one day leave her. In 1943, he does just that, enlisting in the Merchant Marines. Heartbroken and refusing the help of her in-laws, Norma Jeane goes to work at Radio Plane Aircraft in Burbank. On the assembly line, she ultimately catches the eye of photographer Otto Ose as he searches for good-looking faces for a piece in Stars and Stripes on girls of the home front.
As a model, Norma Jeane has her revenge on those who've rejected her, but has her eyes set on being taken seriously as an actress. She lands an agent, a cunning hunchback named I.A. Shinn who not only envisions big things for Norma Jeane, but is in love with her. Signed to a six-month contract with The Studio after she submits to the sexual gratifications of starmaking executive Mr. Z, Norma Jeane, Shinn and Z arrive on "Marilyn Monroe" as her new name. Her contract expires without fanfare and Monroe accepts $50 from Otto Ose to pose nude. With his client at rock bottom, Shinn calls in favors and gets Monroe an audition for a bit part in a movie titled The Asphalt Jungle.
The director stares astonished at this platinum blonde lying on the floor at his feet Explaining the character to me! to me, the director! She'd become as unself-conscious as a young willful child. An aggressive child. He forgets to light the Cuban cigar he's unwrapped and stuck between his teeth. There's absolute silence in the rehearsal room as "Marilyn Monroe" begins the scene by shutting her eyes, lying motionless in a mimicry of sleep, her breathing deep and slow and rhythmic (and her rib cage and breasts rising, falling, rising, falling), her smooth arms and her legs in nylons outstretched in the abandonment of sleep deep as hypnosis. What are the thoughts men think, gazing down upon the body of a beautiful sleeping girl? Eyes shut, lips just slightly parted. The opening of the scene lasts no more than a few seconds but it seems much longer. And the director is thinking, This girl is the first actress of the twenty or more he's auditioned for the role (including the black haired actress he's probably going to cast) who has caught on to the significance of the scene's opening, the first who seems to have given the role any intelligent thought and who has actually read the entire script (or so she claims) and formed some sort of judgment on it. The girl opens her eyes, sits up slowly and blinking, wide-eyed, and says in a whisper, "Oh, I--must have been asleep." Is she acting, or has she actually been asleep? Everyone's uncomfortable. There is something strange here. The girl with seeming na茂vet茅 (or cunning) addresses the director and not the assistant who's reading Louis Calhern's lines, and in this way she makes the director, still with the unlit Cuban cigar clamped between his teeth, her "uncle" lover.
There were scenes in Blonde so vivid I saw them play out as a long-form television in my mind. Both the tragic glamour of the Marilyn Monroe story and Oates' insightful and electric prose are powerfully compelling. The rooting interest for Norma Jeane to survive the abuses leveled on her by those in power and to take control of her life is strong, even though we know how she ultimately loses her life. Oates justifies her massive page length by exploring how relationships or experiences became the keys Norma Jeane used to unlock her most memorable performances on set. Norma Jeane's approach to her craft is responsible for the enigma of Marilyn Monroe.
Widmark was taken by surprise. Never would he know who was "Marilyn," who was "Nell." It wasn't Widmark's style of acting. He was a skilled technical actor. He followed a director's direction. Often his mind was elsewhere. There was something humiliating about being an actor, if you were a man. Any actor is a kind of female. The makeup, the wardrobe fittings. The emphasis on looks, attractiveness. Who the hell cares what a man looks like? What kind of man wears eye makeup, lipstick, rouge? But he'd expected to walk away with the movie. A crappy melodrama that might've been a stage play it was so talky and static, mostly a single set. "Richard Widmark" was the sole box-office name in the cast and he took it for granted he'd dominate the movie. Swagger through Don't Bother To Knock as the love interest of two good-looking young women who never meet (The other was Anne Bancroft, in her Hollywood debut.) But every fucking scene with "Nell" was a grapple. He'd swear that girl wasn't acting. She was so deep into her movie character you couldn't communicate with her; it was like trying to speak with a sleepwalker. Eyes wide open and seemingly seeing, but she's seeing a dream. Of course, the babysitter Nell was a kind of sleepwalker; the script defined her that way. And, seeing "Jed Powers," she doesn't see him, she sees her dead fianc茅; she's trapped in delusion.
Oates demonstrates remarkable agility balancing plates in Blonde. There's Norma Jeane's need for respect as an artist and how this contradicts her need to be cared for. There are the men: her second husband (referred to as The Ex-Athlete) and third husband (who goes as The Playwright), as well as two fictions: the estranged sons of Charlie Chaplin and Edward G. Robinson who Norma Jeane constructs a m茅nage 脿 trois with; all of these are nuanced characters attracted to pieces of Norma Jeane and repelled by parts of Marilyn. Though mingling of fact and fiction, we're shown how an often sick industry can damage and destroy unstable people, and whether immortality on film is worth that sacrifice.
October 3, 2022
Blonde by Joyce Carol Oates is a 2017 Ecco Publication.
Let me begin by saying I have had this book on my TBR list long before a Netflix movie was even thought of. I was advised that reading a good traditional biography about Marilyn Monroe before starting this one would be a good idea, so, dutifully, I squeezed in a lengthy biography over Monroe, back in the spring. (Marilyn: The Biography by Donald Spoto)
Truthfully, that book was depressing, and I needed a little break before tackling this tome about Marilyn.
But then the rumors I鈥檇 heard about a Netflix movie based on this book started heating up and I wanted to read this book before I saw the movie, so I put everything else aside and got started on it. I was only about halfway into the book when the movie premiered-
And like every single other thing these days it got the controversial treatment- When the reviews starting coming in they were mixed- but mostly, critics and viewers alike complained of exploitation- and there's that NC-17 rating, on top of being three hours long.
All this bad press made me curious about how well this book was received, so I took a peek at the ratings. Curiously, on 欧宝娱乐, this book has over twelve thousand ratings and boasts a 4.01 average, ( at the time of this writing), which is pretty darned good, actually. So maybe this is another one of those instances where the movie was LOOSELY based on this novel and maybe it took more liberties with the book than JCO did with Marilyn鈥檚 life. (JCO claims she had nothing to do with the film and even she had to take a break from its brutality)
I haven鈥檛 seen the movie, at this writing, and now I can鈥檛 say I鈥檓 in a hurry to do so- though I might change my mind later- but there are a few things to keep in mind if one is considering reading the book the film is based on. Readers have long lamented movie adaptations of books and the material- or any material for that matter, based on Marilyn Monroe is going to be exploitive, because frankly, Marilyn and exploitation always went hand in hand during her life, and far too long after her death.
Another thing to consider is that the masses seldom do their homework before watching a movie based on a book. I'll go out on a limb here and say that I suspect very few of the critics- and none the outspoken Twitter crowd, have read Marilyn's biography, or this book, before watching the film. Just something to keep in mind.
This book, like any other book of historical fiction based on real people, has taken liberties- sometimes with times, or places, events, and most certainly with the facts- more so than most, I鈥檇 say.
Some authors like to make their fictionalized versions of a person鈥檚 life as close to reality as possible, while others go so far as to completely re-imagine someone鈥檚 life. I think JCO did a little of both here. Some parts of the novel are total fabrications- completely made-up out of whole cloth, but in other areas, the people are familiar- if not named outright- and the scenes described are authentic- and those are the ones people object to the most. Sadly, as much as we would like to believe differently, the book in many ways probably hits a little too close to the bone and most people don't want to believe that, preferring to hold on to a fantasy image of the late star, instead.
Yes, it鈥檚 brutal, but the book shows the 鈥楤londe actress鈥� as a separate entity from Norma Jeane- and it is Norma Jeane, and her private battles that take center stage here.
I really do think Marilyn was an unhappy person- her non-fictional biography certainly gives off that vibe- But putting those truths into JCO hands, is sure to expand on that vibe exponentially- something those familiar her literary style can attest to, I'm sure.
This novel is dark and heavy- and though the accusations of exploitation nearly always has some merit- I think that the author鈥檚 distinction between the public persona and Norma Jeane diminished that to some degree-rather showing how the actress was exploited by Hollywood and the toll it took on her personal life, which was already marred by a myriad of other demons, in my opinion, at least.
All that said, this is an interesting take on the life of the 鈥楤londe Actress鈥� and the woman behind the image. The approach is idiosyncratic and does require one to pay attention, read between the lines, and remain open to JCO interpretation of Marilyn- because that isn鈥檛 always easy.
Was the book what I was expecting? No, not really. Did I like it? In some ways, yes, and in other ways, no. I鈥檓 glad I read it, as I鈥檝e been curious about it for ages- but I do think that now, after spending a fair amount of time with Marilyn this year- I鈥檓 inclined to agree that it is well past time to let both the 鈥楤londe Actress鈥� and Norma Jeane finally rest in peace鈥�
3.5 stars
Let me begin by saying I have had this book on my TBR list long before a Netflix movie was even thought of. I was advised that reading a good traditional biography about Marilyn Monroe before starting this one would be a good idea, so, dutifully, I squeezed in a lengthy biography over Monroe, back in the spring. (Marilyn: The Biography by Donald Spoto)
Truthfully, that book was depressing, and I needed a little break before tackling this tome about Marilyn.
But then the rumors I鈥檇 heard about a Netflix movie based on this book started heating up and I wanted to read this book before I saw the movie, so I put everything else aside and got started on it. I was only about halfway into the book when the movie premiered-
And like every single other thing these days it got the controversial treatment- When the reviews starting coming in they were mixed- but mostly, critics and viewers alike complained of exploitation- and there's that NC-17 rating, on top of being three hours long.
All this bad press made me curious about how well this book was received, so I took a peek at the ratings. Curiously, on 欧宝娱乐, this book has over twelve thousand ratings and boasts a 4.01 average, ( at the time of this writing), which is pretty darned good, actually. So maybe this is another one of those instances where the movie was LOOSELY based on this novel and maybe it took more liberties with the book than JCO did with Marilyn鈥檚 life. (JCO claims she had nothing to do with the film and even she had to take a break from its brutality)
I haven鈥檛 seen the movie, at this writing, and now I can鈥檛 say I鈥檓 in a hurry to do so- though I might change my mind later- but there are a few things to keep in mind if one is considering reading the book the film is based on. Readers have long lamented movie adaptations of books and the material- or any material for that matter, based on Marilyn Monroe is going to be exploitive, because frankly, Marilyn and exploitation always went hand in hand during her life, and far too long after her death.
Another thing to consider is that the masses seldom do their homework before watching a movie based on a book. I'll go out on a limb here and say that I suspect very few of the critics- and none the outspoken Twitter crowd, have read Marilyn's biography, or this book, before watching the film. Just something to keep in mind.
This book, like any other book of historical fiction based on real people, has taken liberties- sometimes with times, or places, events, and most certainly with the facts- more so than most, I鈥檇 say.
Some authors like to make their fictionalized versions of a person鈥檚 life as close to reality as possible, while others go so far as to completely re-imagine someone鈥檚 life. I think JCO did a little of both here. Some parts of the novel are total fabrications- completely made-up out of whole cloth, but in other areas, the people are familiar- if not named outright- and the scenes described are authentic- and those are the ones people object to the most. Sadly, as much as we would like to believe differently, the book in many ways probably hits a little too close to the bone and most people don't want to believe that, preferring to hold on to a fantasy image of the late star, instead.
Yes, it鈥檚 brutal, but the book shows the 鈥楤londe actress鈥� as a separate entity from Norma Jeane- and it is Norma Jeane, and her private battles that take center stage here.
I really do think Marilyn was an unhappy person- her non-fictional biography certainly gives off that vibe- But putting those truths into JCO hands, is sure to expand on that vibe exponentially- something those familiar her literary style can attest to, I'm sure.
This novel is dark and heavy- and though the accusations of exploitation nearly always has some merit- I think that the author鈥檚 distinction between the public persona and Norma Jeane diminished that to some degree-rather showing how the actress was exploited by Hollywood and the toll it took on her personal life, which was already marred by a myriad of other demons, in my opinion, at least.
All that said, this is an interesting take on the life of the 鈥楤londe Actress鈥� and the woman behind the image. The approach is idiosyncratic and does require one to pay attention, read between the lines, and remain open to JCO interpretation of Marilyn- because that isn鈥檛 always easy.
Was the book what I was expecting? No, not really. Did I like it? In some ways, yes, and in other ways, no. I鈥檓 glad I read it, as I鈥檝e been curious about it for ages- but I do think that now, after spending a fair amount of time with Marilyn this year- I鈥檓 inclined to agree that it is well past time to let both the 鈥楤londe Actress鈥� and Norma Jeane finally rest in peace鈥�
3.5 stars
January 28, 2009
I wasn't really sure how to go about reviewing this book at first, but then I came up with a solution, and it's a reviewing style I'll call The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.
Here we go.
The Good: Of course, Joyce Carol Oates is a scary-talented author and I bow at her feet. The writing in this book goes from staggeringly beautiful to heart-wrenchingly sad, and all of it is masterfully executed. The fact is, no matter what the following might say, I would probably give my left foot to be able to write like Oates does. So let's move on.
The Bad: The story, a fictionalized account of Marilyn Monroe's life, is yet another thrilling installment in this author's Men Are Evil And Will Hurt You saga. Okay Joyce, I get that Marilyn had issues. I get that men pushed her around. But honestly:
"Then came her fairy godmother to tell her: There's a secret way into the Walled Garden!
There's a hidden door in the wall, but you must wait like a good little girl for this door to be opened....You must win over the doorkeeper - an old, ugly, green-skinned gnome. You must make the doorkeeper take notice of you. You must make the doorkeeper desire you. And then he will love you and will do your bidding! Smile! Smile, and be happy! Smile, and take off your clothes! For your Magic Friend in the mirror will help you....the old, ugly green-skinned gnome was really a prince under an evil enchantment, and he will kneel before you and ask for your hand in marriage, and you will live with him happily forever in his Garden kingdom; never will you be a lonely, unhappy little girl again.
So long as you remain with your Prince in the Walled Garden."
Good lord.
And I haven't even mentioned how she calls each of her husbands "Daddy". Really, Joyce: you can cut the subtlety with a freaking battle axe here.
The Ugly: Several of Marilyn Monroe's movies are described in the book, including Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and Some Like It Hot. These are two of my favorite movies - or I should say, they used to be. I'm not sure, because I haven't tried watching them, but they might be ruined for me.
Can we talk about Some Like It Hot for a minute here? Oates's book tries to make the case that by this point in Marilyn Monroe's career everyone was disgusted with her, and her love interest in the movie, "C" (aka Tony Curtis) was so grossed out by her that he hating acting in the romantic scenes with her.
Okay. Tony Curtis's autobiography, , recently came out, and I read an excerpt in Vanity Fair. He was writing about Marilyn and how they used to date before she was famous and had red hair (two things that aren't in the book - HA! Joyce Carol Oates, I know something you don't know!). Anyway, they weren't going out when they made the movie, but he was still attracted to her. According to Curtis, he totally had a hard-on for that entire scene in the yacht, and Marilyn knew it.
What's Oates's take on the movie? Here you go: "And so C despised her & at their climactic kissing scene how he'd wish to spit into Sugar Kane's phony ingenue face for by this time the mere touch of Monroe's leathery skin revulsed him & C would be Monroe's enemy for life & after her death what tales C would tell of her!"
I really, really hope that Tony Curtis reads Blonde. And I hope he sends Joyce Carol Oates a letter that goes like this:
"Dear Ms. Oates - Rot in hell, you pretentious feminazi asshole. What gives you the right to write down Marilyn's life for her and assign roles to each of us so we could all look like evil bastards compared to her? You didn't know her, you didn't know any of us, and you're no better than all the tabloids, exploiting her fame and her death to make money.
Fuck you very much,
Madeline Tony Curtis."
I must say, the man has a point.
Here we go.
The Good: Of course, Joyce Carol Oates is a scary-talented author and I bow at her feet. The writing in this book goes from staggeringly beautiful to heart-wrenchingly sad, and all of it is masterfully executed. The fact is, no matter what the following might say, I would probably give my left foot to be able to write like Oates does. So let's move on.
The Bad: The story, a fictionalized account of Marilyn Monroe's life, is yet another thrilling installment in this author's Men Are Evil And Will Hurt You saga. Okay Joyce, I get that Marilyn had issues. I get that men pushed her around. But honestly:
"Then came her fairy godmother to tell her: There's a secret way into the Walled Garden!
There's a hidden door in the wall, but you must wait like a good little girl for this door to be opened....You must win over the doorkeeper - an old, ugly, green-skinned gnome. You must make the doorkeeper take notice of you. You must make the doorkeeper desire you. And then he will love you and will do your bidding! Smile! Smile, and be happy! Smile, and take off your clothes! For your Magic Friend in the mirror will help you....the old, ugly green-skinned gnome was really a prince under an evil enchantment, and he will kneel before you and ask for your hand in marriage, and you will live with him happily forever in his Garden kingdom; never will you be a lonely, unhappy little girl again.
So long as you remain with your Prince in the Walled Garden."
Good lord.
And I haven't even mentioned how she calls each of her husbands "Daddy". Really, Joyce: you can cut the subtlety with a freaking battle axe here.
The Ugly: Several of Marilyn Monroe's movies are described in the book, including Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and Some Like It Hot. These are two of my favorite movies - or I should say, they used to be. I'm not sure, because I haven't tried watching them, but they might be ruined for me.
Can we talk about Some Like It Hot for a minute here? Oates's book tries to make the case that by this point in Marilyn Monroe's career everyone was disgusted with her, and her love interest in the movie, "C" (aka Tony Curtis) was so grossed out by her that he hating acting in the romantic scenes with her.
Okay. Tony Curtis's autobiography, , recently came out, and I read an excerpt in Vanity Fair. He was writing about Marilyn and how they used to date before she was famous and had red hair (two things that aren't in the book - HA! Joyce Carol Oates, I know something you don't know!). Anyway, they weren't going out when they made the movie, but he was still attracted to her. According to Curtis, he totally had a hard-on for that entire scene in the yacht, and Marilyn knew it.
What's Oates's take on the movie? Here you go: "And so C despised her & at their climactic kissing scene how he'd wish to spit into Sugar Kane's phony ingenue face for by this time the mere touch of Monroe's leathery skin revulsed him & C would be Monroe's enemy for life & after her death what tales C would tell of her!"
I really, really hope that Tony Curtis reads Blonde. And I hope he sends Joyce Carol Oates a letter that goes like this:
"Dear Ms. Oates - Rot in hell, you pretentious feminazi asshole. What gives you the right to write down Marilyn's life for her and assign roles to each of us so we could all look like evil bastards compared to her? You didn't know her, you didn't know any of us, and you're no better than all the tabloids, exploiting her fame and her death to make money.
Fuck you very much,
I must say, the man has a point.
April 16, 2010
For all of Blonde's claims as a novelized, feminist retelling of Marilyn Monroe's life, I have seldom come across a book with more disturbing, dehumanizing references to the female body and mind. I am aware that these are intended to further emphasize Marilyn's loathed and loved standing in the American psyche as the virgin/whore goddess/garbage dichotomy, but the painful overuse of the adjectives "cow", "cunt", and "mammalian" to describe Marilyn, as well as endlessly repetitive descriptions of "female stench" and the disgust of menstruation smack more of reveling in degradation than they do of exposing exploitation. Even though I reminded myself on every page that this book is a feminist interpretation of Marilyn's part of the Hollywood mythos, I found it hard to stomach.
Perhaps I am missing the point, but so be it.
Perhaps I am missing the point, but so be it.
April 23, 2017
This book was very difficult to read. Not because of the writing, which is phenomenal, but because we already know the sad ending. Joyce Carol Oates takes us on a literary journey from babyhood through to the end with a flawless, relentless depiction of the mind within the body that embarked on this particular journey. It is beyond sad to bear witness to the reactions and defenses of a mind molded by fear, uncertainty, unpredictability and unreliability that resulted in a young woman who became her own worst enemy and basically orchestrated her own downfall. With her background, falling prey to the Hollywood system of male dominance of the time seemed inevitable. The failure of The Blonde鈥檚 various coping mechanisms was not surprising, nor was it surprising that this also sabotaged her personal relationships resulting in yet more reinforcement for self-sabotage. A downward-directed spiral, indeed. Lamentable as the story is, I would recommend this book to any reader who is interested in the psychology of mind that can propel a soul through life from innocence to a tragic end.
September 8, 2022
Joyce Carol Oates has appropriated our American wet dream, the winner of the global boner bracket, the all-time "Who'd You Rather?" champion, she's taken and made some kind of Cinderella Christ myth out of her, tarted up for the ball by her leering old fairy godfather and when the clock hits twelve martyred for our filthy sins. No soft-focus angel Christ here, either: this is Mel Gibson torture Christ, all meat and oozing sores inside her mouth. Oates insists on the fact of her body: Marilyn Monroe spends the entire book menstruating and sweating and stinking and pissing. When she's sodomized by an old guy Oates describes it, "like a beak plunging in." She never blinks. She feels everything. Like Christ, she has some Daddy issues. Like Christ, she tries to chicken out. Like Christ she seems to understand where this is all headed, and to face it bewildered and terrified. She's not dumb, she just has no defenses. She knows why she's here.
"It was my intention to create a female portrait as emblematic of her time and place as Emma Bovary was of hers," and you're like, "Create? Wasn't Marilyn Monroe already created?" But the historical Monroe is a palimpsest for Oates. She has her own "The historical individuals are not in the novel," "Rather, their historical roles are the subject of the novel." In one scene Marilyn Monroe goes incognito to the theater to watch her own movie and finds herself surrounded by men staring up at the screen and masturbating, and that scene is this book in a nutshell.
Oates has her sights set high. Blonde is her longest book and her most audacious in a long career of audacity, and it totally works. (Suck it, Mailer.) The singular Great American Novel doesn't exist, because there are so many Americans, right? The loner cowboy; the runaway slave; the pioneer woman - and the dizzy blonde, too, the sexpot, that's an American archetype. "Oh hey! - you can't miss Marilyn," says Marilyn: "She'll be the one with the vagina." Here she is.
"It was my intention to create a female portrait as emblematic of her time and place as Emma Bovary was of hers," and you're like, "Create? Wasn't Marilyn Monroe already created?" But the historical Monroe is a palimpsest for Oates. She has her own "The historical individuals are not in the novel," "Rather, their historical roles are the subject of the novel." In one scene Marilyn Monroe goes incognito to the theater to watch her own movie and finds herself surrounded by men staring up at the screen and masturbating, and that scene is this book in a nutshell.
Oates has her sights set high. Blonde is her longest book and her most audacious in a long career of audacity, and it totally works. (Suck it, Mailer.) The singular Great American Novel doesn't exist, because there are so many Americans, right? The loner cowboy; the runaway slave; the pioneer woman - and the dizzy blonde, too, the sexpot, that's an American archetype. "Oh hey! - you can't miss Marilyn," says Marilyn: "She'll be the one with the vagina." Here she is.
April 2, 2017
This book was marvellous in many ways! It's a fictional piece of work following the life of Norma Jeane Baker, aka. Marilyn Monroe, from she's a child till her death as a 36-year-old woman devoured and intoxicated with drugs, medication and alcohol. It's a tragic life story, but it's hugely inspiring as well, and if you have even the faintest interest in Marilyn Monroe's life I would highly recommend this book.
To me, one of the most interesting aspects of "Blonde" was how it balances fiction and facts. It's based on the truth, but it's retold through another person who, I assume, hasn't ever met Monroe and only know her through the media coverage that we all have access to. This book reads like great fiction, but simultaneously I learned so much about Monroe's fascinating life and development into the sexy icon she became.
I LOVED THIS! I have never read anything like this, and I know that this book has impacted me hugely. I will remember and cherish it for a long time to come because it speaks of a life so beloved, intriguing, tragic and yet fascinating, and it does so wonderfully. What a piece of art "Blonde" is!
To me, one of the most interesting aspects of "Blonde" was how it balances fiction and facts. It's based on the truth, but it's retold through another person who, I assume, hasn't ever met Monroe and only know her through the media coverage that we all have access to. This book reads like great fiction, but simultaneously I learned so much about Monroe's fascinating life and development into the sexy icon she became.
I LOVED THIS! I have never read anything like this, and I know that this book has impacted me hugely. I will remember and cherish it for a long time to come because it speaks of a life so beloved, intriguing, tragic and yet fascinating, and it does so wonderfully. What a piece of art "Blonde" is!
March 11, 2023
This biography shook me to the core and left me with an overwhelming feeling of pity and sadness. I am definitely calling it a biography although it is a fictionalized biography. The fictionalization made it possible to approach Marilyn鈥檚 life alternatively from the view at a first person angle and a third person angle. I am convinced that Joyce Carol Oates鈥� portrayal of Norma Jeane Patterson a.k.a. Marilyn Monroe is as close as you would ever get to the dramatically unreal and mostly very unhappy life of this star. I was relieved to finally finish the biography and, upon closing the book, I could only think: 鈥榩oor child, poor girl, poor woman.鈥�
October 2, 2022
Rid铆culamente largo, aburrido y mis贸gino.
September 26, 2022
4.5 猸愶笍 C鈥櫭� poco da girarci intorno, questo libro mi ha distrutta.
Premessa: prima di leggere questo libro conoscevo 鈥淢arilyn Monroe鈥� superficialmente, mai visto un suo film o un documentario sulla sua vita. Ora lei ce l鈥檋o come sfondo del telefonino, vedete un po鈥� voi.
Questa non 猫 una biografia di Marilyn Monroe, 猫 un libro che prende ispirazione dalla sua vita ma aggiunge dettagli su dettagli di finzione. Per questo il mio cervello 猫 confusissimo, perch茅 si 猫 appiccicato come una ventosa al personaggio Norma Jean Baker del libro, che non 猫 quella della vita reale, ma quando vede quella della vita reale non 猫 in grado di fare distinzioni e mi dice 鈥溍� LEI!! SI 脠 LEI LA TUA PROSSIMA FISSAZIONE!!鈥�
Detto questo. Come ho gi脿 accennato, questo libro 猫 totalmente devastante. Passi 1070 pagine insieme a Norma Jean. La vedi crescere, fare errori, innamorarsi, perdere, vincere鈥a vedi raccontata da una miriade di punti di vista diversi, ognuno in modo diverso, ognuno con un鈥檕pinione tutta sua di Norma Jean/Marilyn. Anche la stessa protagonista, pi霉 si va avanti con il libro, pi霉 si perde, pi霉 si confonde e non riesce pi霉 a capire chi 猫. Della sua identit脿, della sua vera persona, 猫 di lei che ci innamoriamo, anche se questa identit脿 猫 un mistero per Norma Jean stessa. Lei non recita, ma diventa ogni personaggio, e lei si rivolge al mondo in base al personaggio che interpreta in quel momento. Basa il suo valore su quello che pensano gli altri di lei, soprattutto gli uomini. Se un uomo non mi ama, qual 猫 il mio valore?
La scrittura 猫 incalzante, quasi claustrofobica. Praticamente in ogni paragrafo si cambia registro e punto di vista. Ci sono capitoli di una pagina, altri di cinquanta. Pi霉 si va avanti, pi霉 diventa folle e soffocante. Alcune volte mi sedevo e riuscivo a leggere 200 pagine tutte in una volta, altre volte dopo 10 mi stancavo perch茅 diventava tutto troppo opprimente.
Vorresti solo entrare nel libro e abbracciare Norma Jean. Per questo dico che devasta, perch茅 dall鈥檌nizio si sa come andr脿 a finire. E nonostante tutto leggi, leggi, leggi e speri, speri, speri.
Joyce Carol Oates ha detto che scrivere questo libro 猫 stata un鈥檌mpresa, e posso capire perch茅. Immergersi in questo libro 猫 facile, ma tornare in superficie鈥�? Quando sar貌 tornata, vi far貌 un fischio
Premessa: prima di leggere questo libro conoscevo 鈥淢arilyn Monroe鈥� superficialmente, mai visto un suo film o un documentario sulla sua vita. Ora lei ce l鈥檋o come sfondo del telefonino, vedete un po鈥� voi.
Questa non 猫 una biografia di Marilyn Monroe, 猫 un libro che prende ispirazione dalla sua vita ma aggiunge dettagli su dettagli di finzione. Per questo il mio cervello 猫 confusissimo, perch茅 si 猫 appiccicato come una ventosa al personaggio Norma Jean Baker del libro, che non 猫 quella della vita reale, ma quando vede quella della vita reale non 猫 in grado di fare distinzioni e mi dice 鈥溍� LEI!! SI 脠 LEI LA TUA PROSSIMA FISSAZIONE!!鈥�
Detto questo. Come ho gi脿 accennato, questo libro 猫 totalmente devastante. Passi 1070 pagine insieme a Norma Jean. La vedi crescere, fare errori, innamorarsi, perdere, vincere鈥a vedi raccontata da una miriade di punti di vista diversi, ognuno in modo diverso, ognuno con un鈥檕pinione tutta sua di Norma Jean/Marilyn. Anche la stessa protagonista, pi霉 si va avanti con il libro, pi霉 si perde, pi霉 si confonde e non riesce pi霉 a capire chi 猫. Della sua identit脿, della sua vera persona, 猫 di lei che ci innamoriamo, anche se questa identit脿 猫 un mistero per Norma Jean stessa. Lei non recita, ma diventa ogni personaggio, e lei si rivolge al mondo in base al personaggio che interpreta in quel momento. Basa il suo valore su quello che pensano gli altri di lei, soprattutto gli uomini. Se un uomo non mi ama, qual 猫 il mio valore?
La scrittura 猫 incalzante, quasi claustrofobica. Praticamente in ogni paragrafo si cambia registro e punto di vista. Ci sono capitoli di una pagina, altri di cinquanta. Pi霉 si va avanti, pi霉 diventa folle e soffocante. Alcune volte mi sedevo e riuscivo a leggere 200 pagine tutte in una volta, altre volte dopo 10 mi stancavo perch茅 diventava tutto troppo opprimente.
Vorresti solo entrare nel libro e abbracciare Norma Jean. Per questo dico che devasta, perch茅 dall鈥檌nizio si sa come andr脿 a finire. E nonostante tutto leggi, leggi, leggi e speri, speri, speri.
Joyce Carol Oates ha detto che scrivere questo libro 猫 stata un鈥檌mpresa, e posso capire perch茅. Immergersi in questo libro 猫 facile, ma tornare in superficie鈥�? Quando sar貌 tornata, vi far貌 un fischio
February 23, 2025
3.75/5
Z b贸lem serca musz臋 przyzna膰, 偶e w tej powie艣ci jest troch臋 chaosu. Stara艂am si臋 traktowa膰 j膮 bardziej jak fikcj臋 ni偶 powie艣膰 inspirowan膮, bo odnios艂am wra偶enie, 偶e wiele tam by艂o jednak samej autorki i jej wyobra偶e艅. Nie zmienia to jednak faktu, 偶e historia jest tragicznie smutna.
Z b贸lem serca musz臋 przyzna膰, 偶e w tej powie艣ci jest troch臋 chaosu. Stara艂am si臋 traktowa膰 j膮 bardziej jak fikcj臋 ni偶 powie艣膰 inspirowan膮, bo odnios艂am wra偶enie, 偶e wiele tam by艂o jednak samej autorki i jej wyobra偶e艅. Nie zmienia to jednak faktu, 偶e historia jest tragicznie smutna.
November 12, 2022
I was not prepared for: a) how weird this book was going to be and b) how incredibly tedious.
I'd read Joyce Carol Oates before as a teenager and had liked the books alright, but I couldn't for the life of me tell you which two out of her 50 novels it was. What I do know is that they had a normal amount of pages. Between 200 and 400 or so. "Blonde" is a 1k whopper of a novel and it does not deserve to be so long.
It's kind of written competetently but after the first 100 pages or so I already found myself not wanting to continue. Still, the reimigining of Marylin Monroe's childhood was the best part. Maybe because I think complicated family structures (her and mother's) are more interesting than the repetition of failed romantic relationships ad nauseum. And they are so weird and brutal and loveless. You never get to feel for any of the characters.
Presumably, writing this fan fiction meant that the author wanted to explore the character of Monroe? But no, she only describes her as a phenomena - which is so boring! She's seen as a dumb sex symbol and nothing else by men, when all she craves is real love. Get it? Do you get it yet? But Oates herself describes her as dumb blonde, so that often it feels more like cruel judgement than social commentary.
I could excuse all the wobbly morality of this if the novel wasn't so god damn boring.
I'd read Joyce Carol Oates before as a teenager and had liked the books alright, but I couldn't for the life of me tell you which two out of her 50 novels it was. What I do know is that they had a normal amount of pages. Between 200 and 400 or so. "Blonde" is a 1k whopper of a novel and it does not deserve to be so long.
It's kind of written competetently but after the first 100 pages or so I already found myself not wanting to continue. Still, the reimigining of Marylin Monroe's childhood was the best part. Maybe because I think complicated family structures (her and mother's) are more interesting than the repetition of failed romantic relationships ad nauseum. And they are so weird and brutal and loveless. You never get to feel for any of the characters.
Presumably, writing this fan fiction meant that the author wanted to explore the character of Monroe? But no, she only describes her as a phenomena - which is so boring! She's seen as a dumb sex symbol and nothing else by men, when all she craves is real love. Get it? Do you get it yet? But Oates herself describes her as dumb blonde, so that often it feels more like cruel judgement than social commentary.
I could excuse all the wobbly morality of this if the novel wasn't so god damn boring.
April 17, 2025
This is one hell of an imaginative fictional biography/autobiography of our iconic Marilyn Monroe.
In eerie third person narration, the reader is lured into a voyeuristic thrill that evokes pity at the same time as we delve into the psyche of a lost soul, consumed like meat (in the book, Norma Jeane Baker is referred to as "meat") and then mercilessly spat out by all the men who consumed her as if she were a human meal of desire.
The novel alludes to the famous men who have all consumed Norma Jeane as selfish, oversexualized and did not want to truly understand the little girl lost under the veneer of sex and fame.
However, Ms. Oates does not simply give them their real names- but portrays some of these men as archetypes: The Playwright and The Dark Prince for example. But we do see men such as Joe DiMaggio, John Kennedy, Arthur Miller and Darryl Zanuck hover around the novel, not seen in the most flattering light. Its hinted that Otto Ose was The Dark Prince.
It's a haunting and disturbing novel that was overly long, and it could have been more economic and succinct- as many film lovers and readers already know the myth of Marilyn.
Note: Postscript 2023:
The review above was from a 2010 reading of Blonde.
I recently watched the Netflix film adaptation starring Ana De Armas in her Oscar Nominated performance as Norma Jeane.
I read that Professor Oates herself that she admired director Andrew Dominik鈥檚 vision of her novel, of how it was faithful to her own vision of the tragic life of Norma Jeane's.
I found the tone of the film to be uneven, and a bit too long. However, if the novel was a monster to read- it made sense that the film should execute it's vision as close as possible.
Ms. De Armas was a magnetic Norma Jeane, capturing her heart, and her longing with pathos. It's an affecting performance that deserves its Oscar nomination alongside the legendary performances that Michelle Yeoh (who won) and Cate Blanchett have given. What amazing company!
Link to article below:
In eerie third person narration, the reader is lured into a voyeuristic thrill that evokes pity at the same time as we delve into the psyche of a lost soul, consumed like meat (in the book, Norma Jeane Baker is referred to as "meat") and then mercilessly spat out by all the men who consumed her as if she were a human meal of desire.
The novel alludes to the famous men who have all consumed Norma Jeane as selfish, oversexualized and did not want to truly understand the little girl lost under the veneer of sex and fame.
However, Ms. Oates does not simply give them their real names- but portrays some of these men as archetypes: The Playwright and The Dark Prince for example. But we do see men such as Joe DiMaggio, John Kennedy, Arthur Miller and Darryl Zanuck hover around the novel, not seen in the most flattering light. Its hinted that Otto Ose was The Dark Prince.
It's a haunting and disturbing novel that was overly long, and it could have been more economic and succinct- as many film lovers and readers already know the myth of Marilyn.
Note: Postscript 2023:
The review above was from a 2010 reading of Blonde.
I recently watched the Netflix film adaptation starring Ana De Armas in her Oscar Nominated performance as Norma Jeane.
I read that Professor Oates herself that she admired director Andrew Dominik鈥檚 vision of her novel, of how it was faithful to her own vision of the tragic life of Norma Jeane's.
I found the tone of the film to be uneven, and a bit too long. However, if the novel was a monster to read- it made sense that the film should execute it's vision as close as possible.
Ms. De Armas was a magnetic Norma Jeane, capturing her heart, and her longing with pathos. It's an affecting performance that deserves its Oscar nomination alongside the legendary performances that Michelle Yeoh (who won) and Cate Blanchett have given. What amazing company!
Link to article below:
August 26, 2010
Blonde provides a masterful, disturbing and perceptive characterization of Marilyn Monroe that coincides with all of the other information I have read about her but provides additional interpretation into her psyche through the guise of fiction. The book itself is impossible to describe as it takes on a stylistic form that is very specific and complex. This is not just someone randomly writing a fictional biography of Monroe. This is Joyce Carol Oates, one of the most prolific and important authors of our time. She paints Monroe as someone who is basically doomed from the start as her early experiences shaped her character which together forms a self-destructive soul. Oates鈥� Monroe is overly eager to please. She just wants to be accepted and loved. She wants desperately to be considered a serious actress. She is looked at as a whore by all which is not helped with her sleeping with everyone. Nobody can look past her body and her beauty. She is constantly 鈥減laying鈥� Marilyn. She is far too trustworthy. She is far too easily influenced by others. Everybody uses her and she willfully lets herself be used. She is plagued with an intense and lifelong debilitating stage-fright. Her childhood included an absent father which she turned into mythic proportions at a young age, a very troubled mother who possibly tried to killer her, sexual abuse at foster homes and being married off at a very young age to someone equally incapable of handling marriage are just some of her early experiences which shape her. All of these events are true and Oates did not make any of this up. Monroe comes off as certainly smarter than people thought she was but in many ways she is frustratingly na茂ve, child-like, dependent and needy. The main juxtaposition that Oates points out continuously is that Monroe鈥檚 life was full of adult situations that were very serious and intense but she herself never really grew up and remained very much like a child. This is an assertion I have read confirmed by many who interacted with her.
The way Oates writes is, as I said, very complex. A lot of the book is surreal with the later sections feeling like we are reading it under a layer of haze. Random thoughts from others are sprinkled out and italicized throughout the book. It switches perspectives suddenly between different characters but also between different selves of Monroe. The book refers to her at times as Norma, others as Marilyn, others as The Blonde Actress and others as the various parts she played. Oates also refers to her many times in the way other men see her. This leads to a lot of the description of her to be very uncomfortable and degrading but also effective. The men she gets involved with mostly have abstract titles such as 鈥淭he Ex-Athlete鈥� and 鈥淭he Playwright鈥�. She repeatedly revisits events and thoughts of Monroe鈥檚 and in later parts of the book brings back characters and events in a muddled and ambiguous way.
What did I think of the book? Well, technically, it is astounding. Oates really gets inside of her head. Even though I was aware throughout reading it that this was a fictional interpretation of Monroe鈥檚 life, it was very difficult to separate that fact with the seeming accuracy and complex perception she has of Monroe. While she twists things around in terms of events and the other perspectives, her characterization of Monroe seems disturbingly and frighteningly true which makes the tragic nature of her life and the book come through well.
There were certain aspects of the book that were particularly interesting. The sections with her mother Gladys were a highlight since Gladys was one hell of a character herself. My favorite chapters were the ones titled 鈥淎ngela 1950鈥�, 鈥淣ell 1952鈥�, 鈥淩ose 1953鈥�, 鈥淐herie 1956鈥�, 鈥淪ugar Kane 1959鈥� and 鈥淩oslyn 1962鈥�. These chapters describe experiences on the sets of these films, the way she felt about these characters and the way she personalized them by infusing her own life into them. These were very rewarding to read on multiple levels.
Overall though I was not crazy about the book; it was certainly an interesting read but along with its superbly written prose and great characterization comes some problems. First of all this book is far too long (730 pages in small font) and about half way through becomes repetitive and eventually offers little that feels rewarding or worth the trouble. Oates revisits things too often and she ends up hitting us over the head with the majority of what she is trying to do making it almost impossible to appreciate it at a certain point. This book could have been shortened by 200 pages and still have said everything she wanted to. She also changes neglects certain events which, when considering its length, becomes frustrating. In particular I am thinking about her time living with Milton Greene and his wife, her affair with Yves Montand and DiMaggio鈥檚 re-entrance in her life right at the end. It also neglects to tell us of any of her time with her many psychiatrists or the overpowering influence her acting coaches had over her as she not only depended on men but on these coaches to tell her when she got a take right. The last section of the book entirely disconnected me as a reader. The story becomes too hazy and does not offer anything additional about her final months. I also hated the way her relationship with JFK is portrayed as it is so far-fetched and over-the-top to be taken with any seriousness. It also portrays her death as murder on the orders of JFK which is a theory I have never believed for a second. The book has certainly inspired me to pick up an actual biography of Monroe. There are so many but two of them are considered to be the best. I am probably going to go for Donald Spato鈥檚 biography as it not only is considered the best but it also interprets her death the way I believe it to be whereas Anthony Summers鈥� bio goes the JFK route.
The way Oates writes is, as I said, very complex. A lot of the book is surreal with the later sections feeling like we are reading it under a layer of haze. Random thoughts from others are sprinkled out and italicized throughout the book. It switches perspectives suddenly between different characters but also between different selves of Monroe. The book refers to her at times as Norma, others as Marilyn, others as The Blonde Actress and others as the various parts she played. Oates also refers to her many times in the way other men see her. This leads to a lot of the description of her to be very uncomfortable and degrading but also effective. The men she gets involved with mostly have abstract titles such as 鈥淭he Ex-Athlete鈥� and 鈥淭he Playwright鈥�. She repeatedly revisits events and thoughts of Monroe鈥檚 and in later parts of the book brings back characters and events in a muddled and ambiguous way.
What did I think of the book? Well, technically, it is astounding. Oates really gets inside of her head. Even though I was aware throughout reading it that this was a fictional interpretation of Monroe鈥檚 life, it was very difficult to separate that fact with the seeming accuracy and complex perception she has of Monroe. While she twists things around in terms of events and the other perspectives, her characterization of Monroe seems disturbingly and frighteningly true which makes the tragic nature of her life and the book come through well.
There were certain aspects of the book that were particularly interesting. The sections with her mother Gladys were a highlight since Gladys was one hell of a character herself. My favorite chapters were the ones titled 鈥淎ngela 1950鈥�, 鈥淣ell 1952鈥�, 鈥淩ose 1953鈥�, 鈥淐herie 1956鈥�, 鈥淪ugar Kane 1959鈥� and 鈥淩oslyn 1962鈥�. These chapters describe experiences on the sets of these films, the way she felt about these characters and the way she personalized them by infusing her own life into them. These were very rewarding to read on multiple levels.
Overall though I was not crazy about the book; it was certainly an interesting read but along with its superbly written prose and great characterization comes some problems. First of all this book is far too long (730 pages in small font) and about half way through becomes repetitive and eventually offers little that feels rewarding or worth the trouble. Oates revisits things too often and she ends up hitting us over the head with the majority of what she is trying to do making it almost impossible to appreciate it at a certain point. This book could have been shortened by 200 pages and still have said everything she wanted to. She also changes neglects certain events which, when considering its length, becomes frustrating. In particular I am thinking about her time living with Milton Greene and his wife, her affair with Yves Montand and DiMaggio鈥檚 re-entrance in her life right at the end. It also neglects to tell us of any of her time with her many psychiatrists or the overpowering influence her acting coaches had over her as she not only depended on men but on these coaches to tell her when she got a take right. The last section of the book entirely disconnected me as a reader. The story becomes too hazy and does not offer anything additional about her final months. I also hated the way her relationship with JFK is portrayed as it is so far-fetched and over-the-top to be taken with any seriousness. It also portrays her death as murder on the orders of JFK which is a theory I have never believed for a second. The book has certainly inspired me to pick up an actual biography of Monroe. There are so many but two of them are considered to be the best. I am probably going to go for Donald Spato鈥檚 biography as it not only is considered the best but it also interprets her death the way I believe it to be whereas Anthony Summers鈥� bio goes the JFK route.
September 19, 2018
Oates's novel brings Marilyn back to life for a mind-numbing 700+ pages, a Lazarus style resurrection so tedious that never have I been so ready for the main character in a novel to just pack it in and die already.
Oates is a talented writer. Fantastic, even. And yet...this book is flawed. Deeply flawed. For one, it is entirely too long. It's filled with sentences, paragraphs, and even whole chapters that add nothing to the book. They seem to exist solely for the purpose of Oates showing off her skill. Once or twice, this is fine; but it gets old, with the final third of the book flying completely off the rails. Do we really need a whole chapter about Marilyn Monroe and Marlon Brando going to a drag show to witness a drag performer impersonate Marilyn? Do we need a whole chapter about the backstory to "The Sharpshooter," who may be a real person but who also may just be a metaphor? Do we need an entire paragraph illustrating the similarities of JFK to Fidel Castro? I get it, Joyce. You've got some showy writer skillz that you wanna let loose on my ass. But being an adept writer only works if the substance does as well. Here, we get paragraphs of dazzling writing that, rather than leaving the reader exhilarated, instead leaves the reader exhausted. Don't waste my time showing me what you can do just for the hell of it. Waste my time showing me what you can do in a way that serves the purpose of your novel.
Additionally, I had an issue with Oates's characterization of Marilyn's mental state. I'm guessing that her portrayal of Marilyn as a woman who appears to only act when prodded by others plays into the idea that men, the film industry, hell, even the world, made Marilyn into an object onto which they projected their own desires, wishes, biases, etc. Of course Marilyn didn't have a cogent ego, because she existed only as a symbol for others. Marilyn, after all, wasn't even real; Norma Jean was. Cool, Psych 101, I get it, but Oates is never successful at tying this characterization to Marilyn's more public persona. Oates essentially portrays Marilyn as so childlike and psychologically fractured that it's a wonder she can even speak coherent sentences to other characters, much less that she could establish a career as THE actress of the 1950s. I get the idea that "Marilyn" was a character she played, but playing a character requires some sort of mental stability, some sort of purposefulness. When Oates has other people in the book recount their interactions with Marilyn, such as retelling a bawdy joke Marilyn told to them, I always thought "HOW?!?!" Perhaps Oates did this purposefully, but to me it feels sloppy. Characterization sacrificed for the purpose of "SAYING SOMETHING IMPORTANT."
The book (and, presumably, Oates) does show a great deal of respect and sympathy for Marilyn and her plight. Celebrity unfairly eclipsed Monroe's talent as an actress, and probably continues to do so to this day. But Oates's take on her life lacks cohesion and substance. She says at the beginning that those looking for a strict biography should look elsewhere. Fair, but in constructing her alternate reality, Oates should have at least given it a veneer of truth to ground the points she was trying to make.
Oates is a talented writer. Fantastic, even. And yet...this book is flawed. Deeply flawed. For one, it is entirely too long. It's filled with sentences, paragraphs, and even whole chapters that add nothing to the book. They seem to exist solely for the purpose of Oates showing off her skill. Once or twice, this is fine; but it gets old, with the final third of the book flying completely off the rails. Do we really need a whole chapter about Marilyn Monroe and Marlon Brando going to a drag show to witness a drag performer impersonate Marilyn? Do we need a whole chapter about the backstory to "The Sharpshooter," who may be a real person but who also may just be a metaphor? Do we need an entire paragraph illustrating the similarities of JFK to Fidel Castro? I get it, Joyce. You've got some showy writer skillz that you wanna let loose on my ass. But being an adept writer only works if the substance does as well. Here, we get paragraphs of dazzling writing that, rather than leaving the reader exhilarated, instead leaves the reader exhausted. Don't waste my time showing me what you can do just for the hell of it. Waste my time showing me what you can do in a way that serves the purpose of your novel.
Additionally, I had an issue with Oates's characterization of Marilyn's mental state. I'm guessing that her portrayal of Marilyn as a woman who appears to only act when prodded by others plays into the idea that men, the film industry, hell, even the world, made Marilyn into an object onto which they projected their own desires, wishes, biases, etc. Of course Marilyn didn't have a cogent ego, because she existed only as a symbol for others. Marilyn, after all, wasn't even real; Norma Jean was. Cool, Psych 101, I get it, but Oates is never successful at tying this characterization to Marilyn's more public persona. Oates essentially portrays Marilyn as so childlike and psychologically fractured that it's a wonder she can even speak coherent sentences to other characters, much less that she could establish a career as THE actress of the 1950s. I get the idea that "Marilyn" was a character she played, but playing a character requires some sort of mental stability, some sort of purposefulness. When Oates has other people in the book recount their interactions with Marilyn, such as retelling a bawdy joke Marilyn told to them, I always thought "HOW?!?!" Perhaps Oates did this purposefully, but to me it feels sloppy. Characterization sacrificed for the purpose of "SAYING SOMETHING IMPORTANT."
The book (and, presumably, Oates) does show a great deal of respect and sympathy for Marilyn and her plight. Celebrity unfairly eclipsed Monroe's talent as an actress, and probably continues to do so to this day. But Oates's take on her life lacks cohesion and substance. She says at the beginning that those looking for a strict biography should look elsewhere. Fair, but in constructing her alternate reality, Oates should have at least given it a veneer of truth to ground the points she was trying to make.
May 19, 2017
A huge book as JCO gives us a fictional re-imagining of Norma Jeane (sic) from her early childhood with a dangerous, mentally-unstable mother, via an orphanage, a foster home and, eventually, Hollywood - via numerous detours.
JCO is especially interested in Norma Jeane's inner life and her relationships with men, all driven by her search for her absent father. I know little about Monroe so have no idea what is fact and what fiction but certainly this feels like a convincing portrait of a woman created and constructed as 'Marilyn Monroe'. Certainly the persona made millions for the studios (while Norma Jeane was paid a pittance) but it also served Norma Jeane herself, allowing her, to some extent, to keep her true self hidden - although, eventually, of course, it becomes erased...
JCO makes much of 'Marilyn's' body: flaunted, sewed into straitjacket-tight dresses, always on show, and contrasts it with the more troublesome flesh of Norma Jeane: her heavy periods, her anxious sweats, her miscarriages. The idea of Gemini, The Twins, appears and reappears, too, from Norma Jeane's Mirror Self, to the literal number of characters born under the star sign.
Inflected by concerns with feminism, with gaze theory, this is an uncompromisingly modern take on a sad, sad story. There are points where this made me think about Sylvia Plath, another American young woman caught up in the social constrictions of what a woman is supposed to be.
It would have been easy for JCO to merely give us a sad, almost pathetic tale of exploitation, loneliness and abuse, but actually she does something far cleverer and more discomforting that that: for we, too, are implicated in the creation and sustaining of 'Marilyn': every time we watch her perform, every time we swoon over her beauty, we look at her with the same possessive, externalised, powerful gaze which makes her no more than an object to be viewed.
An intelligent analysis of a modern cultural icon, and a book which gives back attention to the woman behind the Monroe mask.
JCO is especially interested in Norma Jeane's inner life and her relationships with men, all driven by her search for her absent father. I know little about Monroe so have no idea what is fact and what fiction but certainly this feels like a convincing portrait of a woman created and constructed as 'Marilyn Monroe'. Certainly the persona made millions for the studios (while Norma Jeane was paid a pittance) but it also served Norma Jeane herself, allowing her, to some extent, to keep her true self hidden - although, eventually, of course, it becomes erased...
JCO makes much of 'Marilyn's' body: flaunted, sewed into straitjacket-tight dresses, always on show, and contrasts it with the more troublesome flesh of Norma Jeane: her heavy periods, her anxious sweats, her miscarriages. The idea of Gemini, The Twins, appears and reappears, too, from Norma Jeane's Mirror Self, to the literal number of characters born under the star sign.
Inflected by concerns with feminism, with gaze theory, this is an uncompromisingly modern take on a sad, sad story. There are points where this made me think about Sylvia Plath, another American young woman caught up in the social constrictions of what a woman is supposed to be.
It would have been easy for JCO to merely give us a sad, almost pathetic tale of exploitation, loneliness and abuse, but actually she does something far cleverer and more discomforting that that: for we, too, are implicated in the creation and sustaining of 'Marilyn': every time we watch her perform, every time we swoon over her beauty, we look at her with the same possessive, externalised, powerful gaze which makes her no more than an object to be viewed.
An intelligent analysis of a modern cultural icon, and a book which gives back attention to the woman behind the Monroe mask.
September 11, 2019
I don't like books that are fictionalised accounts of real people's lives as a general rule, so probably should have just given this book a miss, but I had heard great things about JCO's writing so wanted to give it a go. As a work of literature, it may be well written, but I was so distracted by how mean-spirited the whole work felt that I just can't give it credit even on that level.
I kept on thinking that this is a novel about real people who are either alive today or have family members that could read this, and yet all the characters came across to me as one-note, uniformly awful, with no real complexity to their motivations or good faith in their dealings with the world. Essentially, the story takes a giant dump on more or less everyone involved in the plot and so reads like a gossip rag.
I came out of it feeling as if I had just read a very sophisticated version of the National Enquirer.
I kept on thinking that this is a novel about real people who are either alive today or have family members that could read this, and yet all the characters came across to me as one-note, uniformly awful, with no real complexity to their motivations or good faith in their dealings with the world. Essentially, the story takes a giant dump on more or less everyone involved in the plot and so reads like a gossip rag.
I came out of it feeling as if I had just read a very sophisticated version of the National Enquirer.
February 20, 2025
Blonde is an epic and fictionalized account of Marilyn Monroe's life鈥攊t was a finalist for both the Pulitzer Prize and National Book Award, and Oates herself has said that she expects this to be the novel for which she will ultimately be remembered.
At over 700 pages, Blonde is incredibly ambitious in both length and scope as it follows Monroe's tumultuous life, from early childhood to the inevitable death. Don't expect it to be completely biographically accurate, though: A massive amount of research went into it, but facts are distilled, and liberties were taken in order to best serve the narrative, thus blending fact and fiction, with important people often remaining unnamed (the husbands, for instance: The first is called by a different name, the two others by their profession, and many of her co-stars and lovers are similarly nameless, or only referred to by their initials). I can fully recognize the objective artistry that went into this novel, but my personal enjoyment didn't fully reflect it; it was an increasingly bleak, disturbing, voyeuristic (and as such, a sometimes counter-intuitively dehumanizing) read, which left me feeling somewhat conflicted, hence the average rating.
Just about everyone in the world is familiar with Marilyn Monroe, the iconic Hollywood product: But who really knows Norma Jeane Baker? I admit that I've only seen her in a tiny role in All About Eve, and for the big fame and myth surrounding her, I really knew close to nothing going in, so this novel was a revelation in more ways than one. Blonde is intense and grim from the beginning鈥擭orma Jeane became a warden of the state and grew up in an orphanage and foster homes because her mentally ill mother had attempted to kill her鈥攁nd it gets progressively worse, which made it a sad and exhausting book I had to take my time with. The writing is beautiful and ephemeral, but it reflects Marilyn's state of mind, and as she slowly descends into addiction and begins losing her grip on reality, the style becomes increasingly hallucinatory and dream-like.
It's an elusive tour-de-force of a novel, and while I'm still not exactly sure if there was another, deeper meaning Oates wished to convey, Monroe's near-mythic life was perfect for exploring exploitation, femininity, and some of its archetypes in our culture. Blonde is divided into the relevant biographical sections: The Child, the Girl, the Woman, and finally Marilyn and the Afterlife. We begin with Norma Jeane, beautiful and naive dreamer; the "Child" section aptly ends with her first menstruation at the orphanage, marking her first loss of innocence, while at the end of the "Girl" section, her own name is erased and replaced by one with a more titillating alliteration, after being raped by a studio executive and being given her first film role in return. She's now Marilyn Monroe, her natural beauty painstakingly transformed into an artificial one, to be nothing more than a pin-up and sex goddess鈥攖his symbolic blonde is worshiped as the flawless, ideal image of white beauty, while still being despised as a dumb whore in film and society at large.
Norma/Marilyn is the poster child for the madonna/whore dichotomy, and what it means to live in a patriarchal society: Used, abused, at the very least misunderstood or abandoned by every man in her life. Blonde paints a harrowing speculative portrait of a smart (if naive), talented girl who desperately tried to balance her need for love to fill the hole left by an absent, unknown father with her need for respect as an artist, and tragically failed. She was prepared to bleed for her art in an industry more than willing to suck her dry, and the novel poses the question whether such cultural immortality is worth the price.
鈥斺赌斺赌斺赌斺赌�
Note: I received an ARC of the 20th anniversary edition of this book in exchange for an honest review.
At over 700 pages, Blonde is incredibly ambitious in both length and scope as it follows Monroe's tumultuous life, from early childhood to the inevitable death. Don't expect it to be completely biographically accurate, though: A massive amount of research went into it, but facts are distilled, and liberties were taken in order to best serve the narrative, thus blending fact and fiction, with important people often remaining unnamed (the husbands, for instance: The first is called by a different name, the two others by their profession, and many of her co-stars and lovers are similarly nameless, or only referred to by their initials). I can fully recognize the objective artistry that went into this novel, but my personal enjoyment didn't fully reflect it; it was an increasingly bleak, disturbing, voyeuristic (and as such, a sometimes counter-intuitively dehumanizing) read, which left me feeling somewhat conflicted, hence the average rating.
Just about everyone in the world is familiar with Marilyn Monroe, the iconic Hollywood product: But who really knows Norma Jeane Baker? I admit that I've only seen her in a tiny role in All About Eve, and for the big fame and myth surrounding her, I really knew close to nothing going in, so this novel was a revelation in more ways than one. Blonde is intense and grim from the beginning鈥擭orma Jeane became a warden of the state and grew up in an orphanage and foster homes because her mentally ill mother had attempted to kill her鈥攁nd it gets progressively worse, which made it a sad and exhausting book I had to take my time with. The writing is beautiful and ephemeral, but it reflects Marilyn's state of mind, and as she slowly descends into addiction and begins losing her grip on reality, the style becomes increasingly hallucinatory and dream-like.
"Erotic: meaning you're "desired".
For madness is seductive, sexy. Female madness.
So long as the female is reasonably young and attractive."
It's an elusive tour-de-force of a novel, and while I'm still not exactly sure if there was another, deeper meaning Oates wished to convey, Monroe's near-mythic life was perfect for exploring exploitation, femininity, and some of its archetypes in our culture. Blonde is divided into the relevant biographical sections: The Child, the Girl, the Woman, and finally Marilyn and the Afterlife. We begin with Norma Jeane, beautiful and naive dreamer; the "Child" section aptly ends with her first menstruation at the orphanage, marking her first loss of innocence, while at the end of the "Girl" section, her own name is erased and replaced by one with a more titillating alliteration, after being raped by a studio executive and being given her first film role in return. She's now Marilyn Monroe, her natural beauty painstakingly transformed into an artificial one, to be nothing more than a pin-up and sex goddess鈥攖his symbolic blonde is worshiped as the flawless, ideal image of white beauty, while still being despised as a dumb whore in film and society at large.
Norma/Marilyn is the poster child for the madonna/whore dichotomy, and what it means to live in a patriarchal society: Used, abused, at the very least misunderstood or abandoned by every man in her life. Blonde paints a harrowing speculative portrait of a smart (if naive), talented girl who desperately tried to balance her need for love to fill the hole left by an absent, unknown father with her need for respect as an artist, and tragically failed. She was prepared to bleed for her art in an industry more than willing to suck her dry, and the novel poses the question whether such cultural immortality is worth the price.
鈥斺赌斺赌斺赌斺赌�
Note: I received an ARC of the 20th anniversary edition of this book in exchange for an honest review.
June 15, 2022
What a fucking horrible depiction of Marilyn Monroe's life. To this day, many people continue the objectification of a woman who had more depth than most ever will, and this fanfiction novelization of her life does little to combat that. What is the purpose of including so many crude and derogatory depictions of her? On the surface, you'd be hard-pressed to find someone that doesn't have a vague understanding of her role as a sex symbol, so why does this novel dehumanize her as much as it tries to sensationalize her? I'm baffled. I hated reading this, and honestly if it weren't for a reading challenge, I wouldn't have. If the Netflix version is anything like the novel, I likely won't watch past the first episode.
June 3, 2021
Joyce Carol Oates ha scritto su Marilyn un romanzo sfaccettato
Blonde va letto come un'opera di finzione, non come una biografia.
脠 una fiaba infelice, tra finzione biografica e affresco storico.
Blonde 猫 la storia di una donna a cui fin dall'inizio non 猫 stata data possibilit脿 di diventare se stessa.
Della vita di Marilyn si conosce quasi tutto , comprese le speculazioni sulla sua morte e nel libro di Joyce Carol Oates non ci sono rivelazioni o nuove 鈥渢eorie 鈥�
Sin dal principio si sa come la storia andr脿 a finire, la sensazione di sconfitta e tragedia serpeggia inevitabilmente subito
鈥淓 giunse la Morte correndo a perdifiato verso di lei eppure le riusciva impossibile capire in che forma e quando.鈥�
In questo voluminoso lavoro, l鈥檃utrice cerca di spiegare la vita di Marilyn Monroe, una creatura ferita che non ha potuto essere curata nemmeno attraverso l'amore di milioni di fan
Norma Jeane 猫 una ragazza povera, orfana e non amata
Da quel 3 agosto 1962, molti sono stati i tentativi per delineare la sua storia : una bambina abbandonata e sola senza un punto d'appoggio nella vita, una madre mentalmente instabile, un padre sconosciuto, la famiglia affidataria, una carriera forse troppo brillante, droga, abusi, matrimoni infelici, aborti e calunnie.
Tutto quello che aveva Norma Jeane era il suo aspetto fisico e presto gli uomini ne scoprono il potenziale.
脠 un prodotto su cui possono fare soldi.
Creata e consumata in breve tempo, sfruttata sessualmente e trattata come una bambola.
Perch茅 Marilyn incarna il sogno, sar脿 il sex symbol pi霉 famoso della storia, ambita quanto disprezzata, ammirata, amata quanto odiata .
Ma Norma Jeane non si 猫 mai identificata nella 鈥渟tupida bionda鈥� con la voce da bambina , le labbra dipinte di rosso e la gonna bianca.
Norma Jean 猫 stata dimenticata. 鈥淚l suo problema non era di essere una bionda svampita, bens矛 di non essere n茅 bionda n茅 svampita.鈥�
Da perfezionista alla ricerca dell'amore, si trasforma in un'ombra persa dal suo s茅 originale, ossessionata dalla paura di essere rifiutata.
Contraddittoria, lacerata ed estremamente vulnerabile, Marilyn ama stare al centro dell鈥檃ttenzione ma nello stesso tempo 猫 ossessionata dal non essere mai presa sul serio, di essere ricordata solo come la 鈥渂ionda strepitosa 鈥�, senza rispetto
Della scrittura sicuramente bellissima della Oates, su cui nulla c鈥櫭� da dire, mi 猫 rimasto difficile restare in equilibrio tra finzione e realt脿. Molte parti sono coerenti con ci貌 che 猫 realmente accaduto nella vita della Monroe, altre sono state interpretate o distorte.
Il prendersi la libert脿 di raccontare come si sentiva , di entrare nella sua psiche o di metterle in bocca certe parole, mi ha lasciata un po鈥� perplessa, come se il confine tra ci貌 che 猫 giusto e lecito raccontare fosse un po鈥� confuso.听
Ma l鈥檌nterpretazione biografica 猫 anche questo
Alla fine del libro, si rimane con l'idea che nessuno conoscesse davvero la donna, che Marilyn Monroe fosse un鈥檌llusione, una parte in pi霉 che doveva interpretare e che pochi, pochissimi, abbiano davvero capito la vera anima di Norma Jeane.
Blonde va letto come un'opera di finzione, non come una biografia.
脠 una fiaba infelice, tra finzione biografica e affresco storico.
Blonde 猫 la storia di una donna a cui fin dall'inizio non 猫 stata data possibilit脿 di diventare se stessa.
Della vita di Marilyn si conosce quasi tutto , comprese le speculazioni sulla sua morte e nel libro di Joyce Carol Oates non ci sono rivelazioni o nuove 鈥渢eorie 鈥�
Sin dal principio si sa come la storia andr脿 a finire, la sensazione di sconfitta e tragedia serpeggia inevitabilmente subito
鈥淓 giunse la Morte correndo a perdifiato verso di lei eppure le riusciva impossibile capire in che forma e quando.鈥�
In questo voluminoso lavoro, l鈥檃utrice cerca di spiegare la vita di Marilyn Monroe, una creatura ferita che non ha potuto essere curata nemmeno attraverso l'amore di milioni di fan
Norma Jeane 猫 una ragazza povera, orfana e non amata
Da quel 3 agosto 1962, molti sono stati i tentativi per delineare la sua storia : una bambina abbandonata e sola senza un punto d'appoggio nella vita, una madre mentalmente instabile, un padre sconosciuto, la famiglia affidataria, una carriera forse troppo brillante, droga, abusi, matrimoni infelici, aborti e calunnie.
Tutto quello che aveva Norma Jeane era il suo aspetto fisico e presto gli uomini ne scoprono il potenziale.
脠 un prodotto su cui possono fare soldi.
Creata e consumata in breve tempo, sfruttata sessualmente e trattata come una bambola.
Perch茅 Marilyn incarna il sogno, sar脿 il sex symbol pi霉 famoso della storia, ambita quanto disprezzata, ammirata, amata quanto odiata .
Ma Norma Jeane non si 猫 mai identificata nella 鈥渟tupida bionda鈥� con la voce da bambina , le labbra dipinte di rosso e la gonna bianca.
Norma Jean 猫 stata dimenticata. 鈥淚l suo problema non era di essere una bionda svampita, bens矛 di non essere n茅 bionda n茅 svampita.鈥�
Da perfezionista alla ricerca dell'amore, si trasforma in un'ombra persa dal suo s茅 originale, ossessionata dalla paura di essere rifiutata.
Contraddittoria, lacerata ed estremamente vulnerabile, Marilyn ama stare al centro dell鈥檃ttenzione ma nello stesso tempo 猫 ossessionata dal non essere mai presa sul serio, di essere ricordata solo come la 鈥渂ionda strepitosa 鈥�, senza rispetto
Della scrittura sicuramente bellissima della Oates, su cui nulla c鈥櫭� da dire, mi 猫 rimasto difficile restare in equilibrio tra finzione e realt脿. Molte parti sono coerenti con ci貌 che 猫 realmente accaduto nella vita della Monroe, altre sono state interpretate o distorte.
Il prendersi la libert脿 di raccontare come si sentiva , di entrare nella sua psiche o di metterle in bocca certe parole, mi ha lasciata un po鈥� perplessa, come se il confine tra ci貌 che 猫 giusto e lecito raccontare fosse un po鈥� confuso.听
Ma l鈥檌nterpretazione biografica 猫 anche questo
Alla fine del libro, si rimane con l'idea che nessuno conoscesse davvero la donna, che Marilyn Monroe fosse un鈥檌llusione, una parte in pi霉 che doveva interpretare e che pochi, pochissimi, abbiano davvero capito la vera anima di Norma Jeane.
August 30, 2022
La superficialidad m谩s profunda es la de Marilyn. Pero no la de la persona -a la que nunca conoceremos- sino la de nosotros mismos vistos a trav茅s de la construcci贸n del icono y nuestra respuesta hacia 茅l. Es lo que ella representa y lo que su imagen abri贸 al mundo, lo que determina su cualidad mitificada. Marilyn abri贸 una nueva 茅poca. La cultura de masas, la cultura pop. Luego vendr铆an Elvis, Los Beatles鈥� y desde ah铆, todo ha sido un poco una repetici贸n de lo mismo. Marilyn es hija de ese mini-renacimiento de la posguerra, del esplendor de la cultura occidental y el consumo. Marilyn fue el primer "usa y descarta" que se us贸 pero nunca se descart贸 y por eso ascendi贸 al Olimpo del mito. All铆, en donde solo una muerte temprana puede transformar un objeto de consumo en una deidad inmortal.
No. De esto no habla Joyce Carol Oates en esta novela de m谩s de mil p谩ginas. Al menos no en su literalidad. Lo hace de una manera sutil y literaria, muy al estilo norteamericano (largas escenas y abundantes descripciones), pero hace un juego interesante del que nos pone en aviso desde el pr贸logo: una ficci贸n sobre la ficci贸n. Y es que Marilyn, al ser un personaje creado por directivos y productores hollywoodenses, ya es una primera invenci贸n. La segunda es la que hace Oates, quien toma los hitos m谩s importantes de su vida y los ficciona desde un lugar muy 铆ntimo, como quien abre tajos en la carne con sus propias manos, en busca del coraz贸n que late. Y adentro, algo inaprensible, como un vaho liviano que sale expelido como una leve exhalaci贸n. As铆 se siente esta novela. As铆 se siente llegar al final de esta novela. Asistimos al 煤ltimo aliento de Marylin, que ya en este punto es el lugar en el que se encuentran dos ficciones que se funden en un mismo plano y pr谩cticamente no hay diferencia alguna.
Pero antes de que suceda esto, hay algunos recursos narrativos que no convencen del todo o quiz谩s se trate del punto de vista reivindicativo y a la vez martirol贸gico que Oates le imprime a la novela. Durante la primera mitad, talvez, hay muchas escenas que resultan exageradas y otras son interpretaciones de sucesos que est谩n muy basados en una visi贸n contempor谩nea de la mujer y, a la vez, son autocompasivos y est谩n en constante b煤squeda de conmiseraci贸n, al usar la cr铆tica hacia machismos y actitudes sexistas at谩vicas como un recurso acusador (a nosotros mismos, a la sociedad en general) que por momentos roza lo sensiblero. Sin embargo, pese a todo esto, Oates ha construido un personaje complejo y profundo que es una representaci贸n perfecta de la mujer esponja, la mujer pantalla, que fue M.M.
Yo tambi茅n soy parte de esa multitud depredadora que consumi贸 a Marylin ya como deidad. Conozco todas sus pel铆culas y su vida, por lo que esta novela sin duda, es un caramelo (duro, pero caramelo al fin). Todos hemos sido fisgones de su vida y Joyce Carol Oates nos lo hace notar con dureza, pero tambi茅n con mucha belleza y poes铆a. Finalmente, ese 'je ne sais quoi' de Marilyn que resulta inexplicable en su superficie -pues mujeres hermosas en Hollywood hubo y hay por montones- es lo que Oates trata de explicar, o mejor, de hac茅rnoslo sentir en esta novela. Hay una mezcla de voluntad colectiva que viene con el inicio de un nuevo tiempo, uno en el que la construcci贸n del ideal femenino pasaba por la destrucci贸n del recato tradicional, porque era necesario hacerlo. No era suficiente con desaparecer el recato, hab铆a que transformarlo en un bien consumible, pero en un bien idealizado que el dinero no pod铆a comprar. Aqu铆 anoto una idea: una prostituta se puede comprar, por lo que hay un cambio de estatus en el deseo masculino representado desde la cultura de masas. Marilyn no era ni representaba a una prostituta (aunque en el libro se repite intencionalmente que parece y viste como una puta). Lo cierto es que hay un cambio de paradigma en la imagen y el rol de la mujer, y Marilyn es quien inaugura este nuevo paradigma que ven铆a dando atisbos desde hace d茅cadas atr谩s. Los cambios sociales y econ贸micos derivados de la Revoluci贸n Industrial, las posteriores guerras y el acelerado movimiento social y cultural venido despu茅s de la Segunda Guerra Mundial, generaron una necesidad de cambiar el rol de la mujer. No voy a dar una c谩tedra de historia social (he escrito un ensayo sobre este tema) pero la idea es que surge la necesidad de asociar el amor rom谩ntico al matrimonio (en el siglo XIX se afinca, pero a煤n est谩 vetado el placer carnal) y en el siglo XX, especialmente a partir de la segunda mitad, esa intenci贸n de unir amor rom谩ntico y matrimonio se transforma en la necesidad de a帽adir el placer sexual a la ecuaci贸n. Me refiero a la exploraci贸n sexual dentro del matrimonio, que durante siglos estuvo limitada a un mero acto reproductivo que repudiaba al placer femenino. Hasta entrado el Siglo XX, el conocimiento y acceso al placer estaba exclusivamente destinado a las prostitutas. 驴Qu茅 pasa entonces en el siglo XX? En resumen, la entrada del Capitalismo productivista en Occidente, el comienzo de la sociedad de consumo y el cambio que ello trajo dentro de los n煤cleos productivos y la familia, hizo que se reestructuren los roles masculinos y femeninos. Era necesaria la participaci贸n de la mujer en la rueda de la producci贸n y con ello, la conquista de espacios m谩s all谩 de lo dom茅stico y la consecuci贸n de derechos b谩sicos como el voto, la educaci贸n, el trabajo鈥� y la sexualidad. En un campo a煤n dominado por las proyecciones masculinas, hay una necesidad est茅tica que toma un pr茅stamo de la est茅tica de lo que hasta ese entonces era una prostituta. Ahora una novia, una esposa, tambi茅n pod铆an ser objeto de deseo. Deb铆an ser objeto de deseo. Marilyn encarn贸 a esa nueva mujer. A Marilyn Monroe se la llam贸 prostituta, porque para el imaginario de la 茅poca su forma de vestir, maquillarse y moverse eran eso. Pero su imagen -aun inventada por el deseo y la necesidad masculina- abri贸 una brecha est茅tico-simb贸lica en la que precisamente esa forma de verse/vestirse ya no corresponder铆a al de la puta sino a ese anhelo otrora idealizado que ahora pod铆a estar a la vuelta de la esquina. Marilyn era Norma Jean, la chica de al lado. Esa dualidad es lo que remueve con tanta fuerza. La seudo-hu茅rfana, la mujer desvalida que revolucion贸 una est茅tica que en realidad es un ethos y un cambio biopol铆tico, y por eso tiene tanta resonancia cultural. Finalmente, todas las mujeres contempor谩neas somos herederas de esa Marilyn. Y todos los estereotipos y c谩nones de belleza actuales son herederos de esos que "ella" (mejor dicho, su imagen) implant贸 en la mente del espectador/consumidor. Mismos que hoy luego de sesenta a帽os se empiezan a cuestionar porque, nuevamente, estamos camino hacia un nuevo paradigma, pero ese es otro tema. Es verdad que ya hubo antes en el cine mujeres con im谩genes poderosas y con el mismo pr茅stamo de la est茅tica de la prostituta, pero todas -o la mayor铆a- estaban retratadas como vamps o femmes fatales (vampiresas come hombres), mientras que Marilyn era una mezcla de sensualidad, inocencia y picard铆a, lo cual parad贸jicamente la bajaba del pedestal; adem谩s de que por una conjunci贸n espacio-temporal, la historia la acompa帽贸: las dem谩s aparecieron en los per铆odos de guerras o entreguerras, en los que la Cultura estaba en un momento de par谩lisis, por lo que no exist铆an apuestas a futuro, todo era inestable, sobre todo la Econom铆a.
Lo analizado arriba es a vuelo de p谩jaro porque este no es un ensayo sociol贸gico sino la rese帽a de un libro, pero consider茅 pertinente explicar por qu茅 creo que la figura de Marilyn representa algo muy crucial en nuestra evoluci贸n como sociedad contempor谩nea, y el por qu茅 nos identificamos tanto con ella. Y aqu铆 pongo otra causa de esa identificaci贸n. La historia de Norma Jean es la paradoja del sue帽o americano (que se devora a s铆 mismo): ni帽a abandonada por el padre, con madre esquizofr茅nica, peloteada entre orfanatos y hogares de acogida, casada por voluntad de otros a los quince a帽os, que triunfa por su belleza maleable al deseo de los otros, y que muere absorbida por su propio monstruo. El ciclo de vida de Marilyn es el de la hero铆na tr谩gica, ella cumple un arquetipo b谩sico que llevamos inserto en el inconsciente desde que existe la Cultura (o desde que existe la lengua y la capacidad de abstracci贸n). La hero铆na que est谩 llena de dones y todo lo que hace es dar, dar de s铆, darse por completo a los dem谩s. Dejar que la fagociten y as铆 vivir a trav茅s de los otros. Es la met谩fora de la Gran Madre, la gran paridora. Marilyn no tuvo hijos, pero en este sentido figurado/simb贸lico, ella nos pari贸 a todos, seres de la sociedad de consumo. Ella es el s铆mbolo de esa mater que se deja devorar viva, porque si ya no tiene nada que dar, entrega su cuerpo. Y esto no es un delirio m铆o, es una reflexi贸n que me ha surgido luego de leer Blonde y de ver su 煤ltima pel铆cula, The misfits (Vidas rebeldes), cuyo papel fue completamente basado en ella y escrito para ella por su entonces marido, el dramaturgo Arthur Miller. Bueno, en ese filme, el personaje de Marilyn es justamente esa mujer que se deja fagocitar -como esa Gran Madre salvadora- por el resto de desangelados personajes.
(Curiosamente Miller en esta novela es retratado como el amante m谩s abnegado de Monroe, casi un pobre enamorado que vive para servir a su mujer y que es abandonado por ella. Jam谩s una cualidad negativa, a diferencia de cuando describe al resto de maridos/amantes, lo cual me deja qu茅 pensar, aunque Oates haya dicho que todo era ficci贸n, la cuesti贸n es que todos los personajes que usa existieron, y la l铆nea cronol贸gica y de la historia que narra son reales. El propio Miller no se refiri贸 en buenos t茅rminos a Marilyn, escribi贸 dos obras sobre ella en las que la retrata de forma pat茅tica, y aunque ambos se fueron infieles mutuamente, 茅l se enamor贸 y empez贸 una relaci贸n con una fot贸grafa con la que al poco tiempo se cas贸, durante el rodaje de The Misfits, cosa que devast贸 a Marylin. Pero de esto no habla Oates, lo cual no hace m谩s que parecerme sumamente extra帽o, y para ello tengo dos hip贸tesis. La primera: era su amiga o no quiso ofender a Miller que para cuando se public贸 esta novela a煤n estaba vivo. La segunda: quiso darle un giro ir贸nico al personaje de Miller al convertirlo en el opuesto exacto de lo que en realidad era. Seg煤n el escritor Norman Mailer, Arthur Miller era un oportunista al aprovecharse de la fama de su esposa para escribir The misfits, y dijo de 茅l que era "ambicioso, limitado y mezquino").
Por 煤ltimo, espero con ansia la adaptaci贸n cinematogr谩fica de esta novela que se estrena en poco tiempo. Recomendada para quienes gusten de las novelas largas y/o les interese la figura de Marilyn Monroe.
No. De esto no habla Joyce Carol Oates en esta novela de m谩s de mil p谩ginas. Al menos no en su literalidad. Lo hace de una manera sutil y literaria, muy al estilo norteamericano (largas escenas y abundantes descripciones), pero hace un juego interesante del que nos pone en aviso desde el pr贸logo: una ficci贸n sobre la ficci贸n. Y es que Marilyn, al ser un personaje creado por directivos y productores hollywoodenses, ya es una primera invenci贸n. La segunda es la que hace Oates, quien toma los hitos m谩s importantes de su vida y los ficciona desde un lugar muy 铆ntimo, como quien abre tajos en la carne con sus propias manos, en busca del coraz贸n que late. Y adentro, algo inaprensible, como un vaho liviano que sale expelido como una leve exhalaci贸n. As铆 se siente esta novela. As铆 se siente llegar al final de esta novela. Asistimos al 煤ltimo aliento de Marylin, que ya en este punto es el lugar en el que se encuentran dos ficciones que se funden en un mismo plano y pr谩cticamente no hay diferencia alguna.
Pero antes de que suceda esto, hay algunos recursos narrativos que no convencen del todo o quiz谩s se trate del punto de vista reivindicativo y a la vez martirol贸gico que Oates le imprime a la novela. Durante la primera mitad, talvez, hay muchas escenas que resultan exageradas y otras son interpretaciones de sucesos que est谩n muy basados en una visi贸n contempor谩nea de la mujer y, a la vez, son autocompasivos y est谩n en constante b煤squeda de conmiseraci贸n, al usar la cr铆tica hacia machismos y actitudes sexistas at谩vicas como un recurso acusador (a nosotros mismos, a la sociedad en general) que por momentos roza lo sensiblero. Sin embargo, pese a todo esto, Oates ha construido un personaje complejo y profundo que es una representaci贸n perfecta de la mujer esponja, la mujer pantalla, que fue M.M.
Yo tambi茅n soy parte de esa multitud depredadora que consumi贸 a Marylin ya como deidad. Conozco todas sus pel铆culas y su vida, por lo que esta novela sin duda, es un caramelo (duro, pero caramelo al fin). Todos hemos sido fisgones de su vida y Joyce Carol Oates nos lo hace notar con dureza, pero tambi茅n con mucha belleza y poes铆a. Finalmente, ese 'je ne sais quoi' de Marilyn que resulta inexplicable en su superficie -pues mujeres hermosas en Hollywood hubo y hay por montones- es lo que Oates trata de explicar, o mejor, de hac茅rnoslo sentir en esta novela. Hay una mezcla de voluntad colectiva que viene con el inicio de un nuevo tiempo, uno en el que la construcci贸n del ideal femenino pasaba por la destrucci贸n del recato tradicional, porque era necesario hacerlo. No era suficiente con desaparecer el recato, hab铆a que transformarlo en un bien consumible, pero en un bien idealizado que el dinero no pod铆a comprar. Aqu铆 anoto una idea: una prostituta se puede comprar, por lo que hay un cambio de estatus en el deseo masculino representado desde la cultura de masas. Marilyn no era ni representaba a una prostituta (aunque en el libro se repite intencionalmente que parece y viste como una puta). Lo cierto es que hay un cambio de paradigma en la imagen y el rol de la mujer, y Marilyn es quien inaugura este nuevo paradigma que ven铆a dando atisbos desde hace d茅cadas atr谩s. Los cambios sociales y econ贸micos derivados de la Revoluci贸n Industrial, las posteriores guerras y el acelerado movimiento social y cultural venido despu茅s de la Segunda Guerra Mundial, generaron una necesidad de cambiar el rol de la mujer. No voy a dar una c谩tedra de historia social (he escrito un ensayo sobre este tema) pero la idea es que surge la necesidad de asociar el amor rom谩ntico al matrimonio (en el siglo XIX se afinca, pero a煤n est谩 vetado el placer carnal) y en el siglo XX, especialmente a partir de la segunda mitad, esa intenci贸n de unir amor rom谩ntico y matrimonio se transforma en la necesidad de a帽adir el placer sexual a la ecuaci贸n. Me refiero a la exploraci贸n sexual dentro del matrimonio, que durante siglos estuvo limitada a un mero acto reproductivo que repudiaba al placer femenino. Hasta entrado el Siglo XX, el conocimiento y acceso al placer estaba exclusivamente destinado a las prostitutas. 驴Qu茅 pasa entonces en el siglo XX? En resumen, la entrada del Capitalismo productivista en Occidente, el comienzo de la sociedad de consumo y el cambio que ello trajo dentro de los n煤cleos productivos y la familia, hizo que se reestructuren los roles masculinos y femeninos. Era necesaria la participaci贸n de la mujer en la rueda de la producci贸n y con ello, la conquista de espacios m谩s all谩 de lo dom茅stico y la consecuci贸n de derechos b谩sicos como el voto, la educaci贸n, el trabajo鈥� y la sexualidad. En un campo a煤n dominado por las proyecciones masculinas, hay una necesidad est茅tica que toma un pr茅stamo de la est茅tica de lo que hasta ese entonces era una prostituta. Ahora una novia, una esposa, tambi茅n pod铆an ser objeto de deseo. Deb铆an ser objeto de deseo. Marilyn encarn贸 a esa nueva mujer. A Marilyn Monroe se la llam贸 prostituta, porque para el imaginario de la 茅poca su forma de vestir, maquillarse y moverse eran eso. Pero su imagen -aun inventada por el deseo y la necesidad masculina- abri贸 una brecha est茅tico-simb贸lica en la que precisamente esa forma de verse/vestirse ya no corresponder铆a al de la puta sino a ese anhelo otrora idealizado que ahora pod铆a estar a la vuelta de la esquina. Marilyn era Norma Jean, la chica de al lado. Esa dualidad es lo que remueve con tanta fuerza. La seudo-hu茅rfana, la mujer desvalida que revolucion贸 una est茅tica que en realidad es un ethos y un cambio biopol铆tico, y por eso tiene tanta resonancia cultural. Finalmente, todas las mujeres contempor谩neas somos herederas de esa Marilyn. Y todos los estereotipos y c谩nones de belleza actuales son herederos de esos que "ella" (mejor dicho, su imagen) implant贸 en la mente del espectador/consumidor. Mismos que hoy luego de sesenta a帽os se empiezan a cuestionar porque, nuevamente, estamos camino hacia un nuevo paradigma, pero ese es otro tema. Es verdad que ya hubo antes en el cine mujeres con im谩genes poderosas y con el mismo pr茅stamo de la est茅tica de la prostituta, pero todas -o la mayor铆a- estaban retratadas como vamps o femmes fatales (vampiresas come hombres), mientras que Marilyn era una mezcla de sensualidad, inocencia y picard铆a, lo cual parad贸jicamente la bajaba del pedestal; adem谩s de que por una conjunci贸n espacio-temporal, la historia la acompa帽贸: las dem谩s aparecieron en los per铆odos de guerras o entreguerras, en los que la Cultura estaba en un momento de par谩lisis, por lo que no exist铆an apuestas a futuro, todo era inestable, sobre todo la Econom铆a.
Lo analizado arriba es a vuelo de p谩jaro porque este no es un ensayo sociol贸gico sino la rese帽a de un libro, pero consider茅 pertinente explicar por qu茅 creo que la figura de Marilyn representa algo muy crucial en nuestra evoluci贸n como sociedad contempor谩nea, y el por qu茅 nos identificamos tanto con ella. Y aqu铆 pongo otra causa de esa identificaci贸n. La historia de Norma Jean es la paradoja del sue帽o americano (que se devora a s铆 mismo): ni帽a abandonada por el padre, con madre esquizofr茅nica, peloteada entre orfanatos y hogares de acogida, casada por voluntad de otros a los quince a帽os, que triunfa por su belleza maleable al deseo de los otros, y que muere absorbida por su propio monstruo. El ciclo de vida de Marilyn es el de la hero铆na tr谩gica, ella cumple un arquetipo b谩sico que llevamos inserto en el inconsciente desde que existe la Cultura (o desde que existe la lengua y la capacidad de abstracci贸n). La hero铆na que est谩 llena de dones y todo lo que hace es dar, dar de s铆, darse por completo a los dem谩s. Dejar que la fagociten y as铆 vivir a trav茅s de los otros. Es la met谩fora de la Gran Madre, la gran paridora. Marilyn no tuvo hijos, pero en este sentido figurado/simb贸lico, ella nos pari贸 a todos, seres de la sociedad de consumo. Ella es el s铆mbolo de esa mater que se deja devorar viva, porque si ya no tiene nada que dar, entrega su cuerpo. Y esto no es un delirio m铆o, es una reflexi贸n que me ha surgido luego de leer Blonde y de ver su 煤ltima pel铆cula, The misfits (Vidas rebeldes), cuyo papel fue completamente basado en ella y escrito para ella por su entonces marido, el dramaturgo Arthur Miller. Bueno, en ese filme, el personaje de Marilyn es justamente esa mujer que se deja fagocitar -como esa Gran Madre salvadora- por el resto de desangelados personajes.
(Curiosamente Miller en esta novela es retratado como el amante m谩s abnegado de Monroe, casi un pobre enamorado que vive para servir a su mujer y que es abandonado por ella. Jam谩s una cualidad negativa, a diferencia de cuando describe al resto de maridos/amantes, lo cual me deja qu茅 pensar, aunque Oates haya dicho que todo era ficci贸n, la cuesti贸n es que todos los personajes que usa existieron, y la l铆nea cronol贸gica y de la historia que narra son reales. El propio Miller no se refiri贸 en buenos t茅rminos a Marilyn, escribi贸 dos obras sobre ella en las que la retrata de forma pat茅tica, y aunque ambos se fueron infieles mutuamente, 茅l se enamor贸 y empez贸 una relaci贸n con una fot贸grafa con la que al poco tiempo se cas贸, durante el rodaje de The Misfits, cosa que devast贸 a Marylin. Pero de esto no habla Oates, lo cual no hace m谩s que parecerme sumamente extra帽o, y para ello tengo dos hip贸tesis. La primera: era su amiga o no quiso ofender a Miller que para cuando se public贸 esta novela a煤n estaba vivo. La segunda: quiso darle un giro ir贸nico al personaje de Miller al convertirlo en el opuesto exacto de lo que en realidad era. Seg煤n el escritor Norman Mailer, Arthur Miller era un oportunista al aprovecharse de la fama de su esposa para escribir The misfits, y dijo de 茅l que era "ambicioso, limitado y mezquino").
Por 煤ltimo, espero con ansia la adaptaci贸n cinematogr谩fica de esta novela que se estrena en poco tiempo. Recomendada para quienes gusten de las novelas largas y/o les interese la figura de Marilyn Monroe.
November 17, 2021
鈥濧ll dead birds are female. There is something female about being dead.鈥�
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Didysis amerikieti拧kasis feministinis romanas. Ir akcent膮 galima d臈ti ant kiekvieno i拧 拧i懦 啪od啪i懦. Jei man臈te, kad Ma啪as gyvenimas yra skaud啪iausia, k膮 kada nors skait臈te, metu jums Blonde i拧拧奴k寞. Nes su kiekvienu tiksliu, apskai膷iuotu, precizi拧kai pamatuotu 啪od啪iu, autor臈 pjauna iki pat atviro nervo. Ir primena: o 膷ia dar tikra istorija. Tikra moteris. Tikra patirtis. Tikra mirtis. 膶ia pati tikriausia i拧davyst臈, kiekviename 啪ingsnyje 鈥� i拧duota motinos, t臈vo, glob臈j懦, savo pa膷ios k奴no, vyr懦 鈥� v臈l, v臈l ir v臈l. Net negalima sakyti, kad tik pastarieji 膷ia did啪iausi demonai 鈥� visi vienodai kalti. Vienodai i拧naudojo, vienodai suko akis, vienodai juok臈si ir 拧aip臈si, 啪emino ir niekino, auk拧tino tik tam, kad kelias 啪emyn b奴t懦 kuo ilgesnis.
鈥濬or madness is seductive, sexy. Female madness. So long as the female is reasonably young and attractive.鈥�
Jeigu ant knygos reik臈t懦 d臈ti trigger warning, tai tikriausiai u啪imt懦 neblog膮 gabal膮 vir拧elio. Prievarta, narkotikai, smurtas, pornografija, karas, alkoholis, baisus elgesys su vaikais. Tiesiog baisus elgesys. Ma啪ai knygoje 拧viesos blyksni懦 鈥� net laim臈s akimirkos atrodo netikros, su baim臈s nuojauta pa拧on臈je. O pasakojimo stilius, toks da啪nai i拧laikantis atstum膮, tarsi pro stikl膮 啪i奴r臈tum 寞 vykstan膷i膮 katastrof膮, skaudina tik dar labiau. Jis beveik faktinis, publicistinis. Su tokiais poetiniais intarpais, suteikiant MM tok寞 prot膮 ir tok寞 gyl寞, tok寞 寞vairialypum膮 ir tok寞 vis bandom膮 sutrai拧kyti trapum膮, kad 拧irdis d奴啪ta vis i拧 naujo. Sp臈ji save nuo grind懦 susirinkti ir JCO primena, kur tavo vieta. Nelieka knygoje 拧vent懦 鈥� 寞skaitant ir pa膷i膮 MM, net jei ji praeina vis膮 kiekvienos save gerbian膷ios moters garb臈s ratuk膮: nekaltoji, 啪mona, motina, kek拧臈, 拧ventoji. Ir jei jau膷iate ka啪kokius 拧iltus jausmus bet kam, kas fig奴ravo MM gyvenime, pavyzd啪iui JFK 鈥� gali tekti kar膷i膮 piliul臋 nuryti. Bet 膷ia toki懦 ir 拧iaip daug.
Tai kod臈l tik 4*, jeigu 膷ia TOKS romanas? Tik d臈l jo dyd啪io. JCO ra拧o nuostabiai, pagaviai, bet da啪nai nuklysta 寞 tolius, kurie mano akimis knygai neprideda papildomos gelm臈s. Ji ir taip gili, ir taip baisi, ir taip paveiki, bet jau膷iausi sk臋stanti 鈥� ne tik emocijose, bet ir informacijoje. Suprantu, kad buvo norima sutalpinti VISK膭, visas metaforas ir visus simbolius, visus l奴啪ius ir visus skausmus, nepalikti nuo拧al臈je jokios nuoskaudos, ta膷iau vietomis atrod臈, kad JCO tik kataloguoja 寞vykius, u啪si啪aid啪ia su pasakojimo forma. Visgi, n臈 akimirkai neatbukau prie拧 apra拧om膮 siaub膮 鈥� o atbukti lengva, kai kapoji 740 puslapi懦. Ta膷iau tai paminklas, kurio nusipeln臈. Ne Marilyn Monroe, ne. Bet Norma Jeane Baker. Tik gaila, kad kaip da啪nai nutinka, visgi susigriebiam myl臈ti, gerbti ir gird臈ti per v臈lai. O 膷ia v臈luojam de拧imtme膷iais. Bet geriau, nei niekada?
P.S. dideliausi膮 Jos pajautim膮 galima priskirti dar de拧imtmet寞 iki knygos para拧ytai 鈥濩andle in the wind鈥�. Beskaitant vis skamb臈jo man galvoje. Iki skausmo tiksli.
4/5
Didysis amerikieti拧kasis feministinis romanas. Ir akcent膮 galima d臈ti ant kiekvieno i拧 拧i懦 啪od啪i懦. Jei man臈te, kad Ma啪as gyvenimas yra skaud啪iausia, k膮 kada nors skait臈te, metu jums Blonde i拧拧奴k寞. Nes su kiekvienu tiksliu, apskai膷iuotu, precizi拧kai pamatuotu 啪od啪iu, autor臈 pjauna iki pat atviro nervo. Ir primena: o 膷ia dar tikra istorija. Tikra moteris. Tikra patirtis. Tikra mirtis. 膶ia pati tikriausia i拧davyst臈, kiekviename 啪ingsnyje 鈥� i拧duota motinos, t臈vo, glob臈j懦, savo pa膷ios k奴no, vyr懦 鈥� v臈l, v臈l ir v臈l. Net negalima sakyti, kad tik pastarieji 膷ia did啪iausi demonai 鈥� visi vienodai kalti. Vienodai i拧naudojo, vienodai suko akis, vienodai juok臈si ir 拧aip臈si, 啪emino ir niekino, auk拧tino tik tam, kad kelias 啪emyn b奴t懦 kuo ilgesnis.
鈥濬or madness is seductive, sexy. Female madness. So long as the female is reasonably young and attractive.鈥�
Jeigu ant knygos reik臈t懦 d臈ti trigger warning, tai tikriausiai u啪imt懦 neblog膮 gabal膮 vir拧elio. Prievarta, narkotikai, smurtas, pornografija, karas, alkoholis, baisus elgesys su vaikais. Tiesiog baisus elgesys. Ma啪ai knygoje 拧viesos blyksni懦 鈥� net laim臈s akimirkos atrodo netikros, su baim臈s nuojauta pa拧on臈je. O pasakojimo stilius, toks da啪nai i拧laikantis atstum膮, tarsi pro stikl膮 啪i奴r臈tum 寞 vykstan膷i膮 katastrof膮, skaudina tik dar labiau. Jis beveik faktinis, publicistinis. Su tokiais poetiniais intarpais, suteikiant MM tok寞 prot膮 ir tok寞 gyl寞, tok寞 寞vairialypum膮 ir tok寞 vis bandom膮 sutrai拧kyti trapum膮, kad 拧irdis d奴啪ta vis i拧 naujo. Sp臈ji save nuo grind懦 susirinkti ir JCO primena, kur tavo vieta. Nelieka knygoje 拧vent懦 鈥� 寞skaitant ir pa膷i膮 MM, net jei ji praeina vis膮 kiekvienos save gerbian膷ios moters garb臈s ratuk膮: nekaltoji, 啪mona, motina, kek拧臈, 拧ventoji. Ir jei jau膷iate ka啪kokius 拧iltus jausmus bet kam, kas fig奴ravo MM gyvenime, pavyzd啪iui JFK 鈥� gali tekti kar膷i膮 piliul臋 nuryti. Bet 膷ia toki懦 ir 拧iaip daug.
Tai kod臈l tik 4*, jeigu 膷ia TOKS romanas? Tik d臈l jo dyd啪io. JCO ra拧o nuostabiai, pagaviai, bet da啪nai nuklysta 寞 tolius, kurie mano akimis knygai neprideda papildomos gelm臈s. Ji ir taip gili, ir taip baisi, ir taip paveiki, bet jau膷iausi sk臋stanti 鈥� ne tik emocijose, bet ir informacijoje. Suprantu, kad buvo norima sutalpinti VISK膭, visas metaforas ir visus simbolius, visus l奴啪ius ir visus skausmus, nepalikti nuo拧al臈je jokios nuoskaudos, ta膷iau vietomis atrod臈, kad JCO tik kataloguoja 寞vykius, u啪si啪aid啪ia su pasakojimo forma. Visgi, n臈 akimirkai neatbukau prie拧 apra拧om膮 siaub膮 鈥� o atbukti lengva, kai kapoji 740 puslapi懦. Ta膷iau tai paminklas, kurio nusipeln臈. Ne Marilyn Monroe, ne. Bet Norma Jeane Baker. Tik gaila, kad kaip da啪nai nutinka, visgi susigriebiam myl臈ti, gerbti ir gird臈ti per v臈lai. O 膷ia v臈luojam de拧imtme膷iais. Bet geriau, nei niekada?
P.S. dideliausi膮 Jos pajautim膮 galima priskirti dar de拧imtmet寞 iki knygos para拧ytai 鈥濩andle in the wind鈥�. Beskaitant vis skamb臈jo man galvoje. Iki skausmo tiksli.
September 28, 2022
Com filme na Netflix
***
鈥淣茫o te esque莽as, Norma Jeane: 芦morre na altura certa.禄鈥�
鈥溌玌m cora莽茫o s贸 茅 igual禄. A voz da rapariga entoando estas palavras. 芦Um cora莽茫o s贸 茅 igual 茅 como uma pedra tal.禄 Ouvir铆amos estas palavras toda a vida, todos os que nos encontr谩vamos na sala naquela noite.
Novembro de 1951. H谩 muito tempo. Meu Deus! Nem 茅 bom pensar como somos poucos os que ainda estamos vivos neste momento.鈥�
鈥淓m todas as d茅cadas tem de haver uma Princesa Encantada acima de toda a gente e exige-se dela n茫o s贸 dotes f铆sicos extraordin谩rios como um g茅nio correspondente (鈥�) Por茅m, olhando para qualquer espelho, n茫o via a Princesa Encantada que o mundo via e admirava mas a Velha Mendiga. (鈥�) Mas n茫o sabia como, era agora a Princesa Encantada.鈥�
鈥淥 objectivo do teatro 茅 despeda莽ar o cora莽茫o e n茫o distrair. A televis茫o e os jornais s茫o distrac莽玫es. O objectivo do teatro 茅 transformar o espectador. Se n茫o consegues transformar o espectador, desiste. O objectivo do teatro 鈥� Arist贸teles disse-o primeiro e melhor do que eu 鈥� 茅 despertar uma emo莽茫o profunda no espectador e provocar a catarse da alma atrav茅s deste despertar. Quando n茫o h谩 catarse n茫o h谩 teatro.鈥�
鈥淨uando a conhecesse melhor, o Dramaturgo ficaria espantado ao ver que a Actriz Loura raramente era reconhecida quando n茫o queria s锚-lo, pois 芦Marilyn Monroe禄 era apenas um dos seus pap茅is e nem por isso aquele de que mais gostava.鈥�
鈥淧erguntariam vezes sem conta a W como fora trabalhar com Monroe nesta 煤ltima fase da sua breve carreira, e W diria simplesmente: 芦Na vida, a Monroe era um inferno e vivia num inferno; na tela, divina. N茫o havia rela莽茫o. O mist茅rio era s贸 este.禄鈥�
鈥溌€淢arilyn Monroe鈥� n茫o 茅 algu茅m que se esque莽a facilmente.禄鈥�
鈥淪em d煤vida que Monroe era 煤nica.鈥�
鈥溌獶epois de eu morrer, o Brando n茫o deu entrevistas sobre mim. Entre os chacais de Hollywood, foi o 煤nico.禄鈥�
***
鈥淣茫o te esque莽as, Norma Jeane: 芦morre na altura certa.禄鈥�
鈥溌玌m cora莽茫o s贸 茅 igual禄. A voz da rapariga entoando estas palavras. 芦Um cora莽茫o s贸 茅 igual 茅 como uma pedra tal.禄 Ouvir铆amos estas palavras toda a vida, todos os que nos encontr谩vamos na sala naquela noite.
Novembro de 1951. H谩 muito tempo. Meu Deus! Nem 茅 bom pensar como somos poucos os que ainda estamos vivos neste momento.鈥�
鈥淓m todas as d茅cadas tem de haver uma Princesa Encantada acima de toda a gente e exige-se dela n茫o s贸 dotes f铆sicos extraordin谩rios como um g茅nio correspondente (鈥�) Por茅m, olhando para qualquer espelho, n茫o via a Princesa Encantada que o mundo via e admirava mas a Velha Mendiga. (鈥�) Mas n茫o sabia como, era agora a Princesa Encantada.鈥�
鈥淥 objectivo do teatro 茅 despeda莽ar o cora莽茫o e n茫o distrair. A televis茫o e os jornais s茫o distrac莽玫es. O objectivo do teatro 茅 transformar o espectador. Se n茫o consegues transformar o espectador, desiste. O objectivo do teatro 鈥� Arist贸teles disse-o primeiro e melhor do que eu 鈥� 茅 despertar uma emo莽茫o profunda no espectador e provocar a catarse da alma atrav茅s deste despertar. Quando n茫o h谩 catarse n茫o h谩 teatro.鈥�
鈥淨uando a conhecesse melhor, o Dramaturgo ficaria espantado ao ver que a Actriz Loura raramente era reconhecida quando n茫o queria s锚-lo, pois 芦Marilyn Monroe禄 era apenas um dos seus pap茅is e nem por isso aquele de que mais gostava.鈥�
鈥淧erguntariam vezes sem conta a W como fora trabalhar com Monroe nesta 煤ltima fase da sua breve carreira, e W diria simplesmente: 芦Na vida, a Monroe era um inferno e vivia num inferno; na tela, divina. N茫o havia rela莽茫o. O mist茅rio era s贸 este.禄鈥�
鈥溌€淢arilyn Monroe鈥� n茫o 茅 algu茅m que se esque莽a facilmente.禄鈥�
鈥淪em d煤vida que Monroe era 煤nica.鈥�
鈥溌獶epois de eu morrer, o Brando n茫o deu entrevistas sobre mim. Entre os chacais de Hollywood, foi o 煤nico.禄鈥�
March 26, 2017
I think this may be JCO's masterwork. I would recommend to anyone with an appetite for long and literary books. It is typically darker than perhaps reality, given JCO's penchant for the dark side of things. So take that as a warning, Marilyn fans: this is her life through a glass darkly to be sure.
After hearing some of the more recent accusations/accounts about JFK, it makes one lean toward JCO's dark lens on that particular relation. (Pages have come forward that they were made to service him, and there are accounts that he cheated on Jackie on thier honeymoon - so much for Camelot. Sounds like he was a nightmare not to be believed toward women).
Agree with others that this shines a light on troubles of women for a generation and beyond...and also agree with others that you must remember this is fiction - well -researched, but fiction nonetheless.
I feel like JCO tapped into a lot of uncanny truth here, though. She is one of the most amazing living authors in my opinion.
After hearing some of the more recent accusations/accounts about JFK, it makes one lean toward JCO's dark lens on that particular relation. (Pages have come forward that they were made to service him, and there are accounts that he cheated on Jackie on thier honeymoon - so much for Camelot. Sounds like he was a nightmare not to be believed toward women).
Agree with others that this shines a light on troubles of women for a generation and beyond...and also agree with others that you must remember this is fiction - well -researched, but fiction nonetheless.
I feel like JCO tapped into a lot of uncanny truth here, though. She is one of the most amazing living authors in my opinion.
October 3, 2022
Obviously it was the Netflix movie that made me want to read this novel and it was actually quite apparent early on how little I actually knew of Norma Jeane/Marilyn.
I definitely still intend to watch the adaptation and at the same token should try and find some of Monroe's own movies to watch.
As at this point I've only seen two.
It's quite clear that even in this fictional portrayal of the film star that she had a troubled life.
One aspect that stands out is how the industry uses their stars to such an extent that it becomes to shocking to really comprehend.
I'd also not realised the body of work that Carol Oates had written up until this point and I found her style quite addictive (though the subject matter slightly helped!).
The level of detail in some of the crude aspects of the novel did feel a little excessive but I guess that's the point.
At many times I found myself looking up to see if what she'd put was true and went down a few rabbit holes on YouTube.
There's no getting away from the books length and whilst I was enjoying (?) it, at times it felt a little long.
Certainly a fascinating if not heartbreaking read, I'm glad that Netflix had decided to make it and Marilyn's star power still has people interested in her to this day.
I definitely still intend to watch the adaptation and at the same token should try and find some of Monroe's own movies to watch.
As at this point I've only seen two.
It's quite clear that even in this fictional portrayal of the film star that she had a troubled life.
One aspect that stands out is how the industry uses their stars to such an extent that it becomes to shocking to really comprehend.
I'd also not realised the body of work that Carol Oates had written up until this point and I found her style quite addictive (though the subject matter slightly helped!).
The level of detail in some of the crude aspects of the novel did feel a little excessive but I guess that's the point.
At many times I found myself looking up to see if what she'd put was true and went down a few rabbit holes on YouTube.
There's no getting away from the books length and whilst I was enjoying (?) it, at times it felt a little long.
Certainly a fascinating if not heartbreaking read, I'm glad that Netflix had decided to make it and Marilyn's star power still has people interested in her to this day.
November 11, 2019
Provocativa y descarnada es como se puede describir esta novela, en donde Joyce Carol Oates se inspira en la vida de Marilyn Monroe para hablarnos de lo cruel de la fama, de lo corrupto del mundo de Hollywood y de la doble moral en la que vive la sociedad estadounidense.
Con maestr铆a Oates mezcla hechos reales con otros totalmente salidos de la ficci贸n para presentarnos a una Marilyn fr谩gil y desequilibrada, que, siempre optimista busco agradar a todo un pa铆s y como la misma gente que la creo la pisoteo hasta acabar con ella. Gran novela de una gran escritora.
Con maestr铆a Oates mezcla hechos reales con otros totalmente salidos de la ficci贸n para presentarnos a una Marilyn fr谩gil y desequilibrada, que, siempre optimista busco agradar a todo un pa铆s y como la misma gente que la creo la pisoteo hasta acabar con ella. Gran novela de una gran escritora.
May 6, 2013
Blonde is the Fictionalized Biography of Marilyn Monroe. I chose to read it over a more conventional style biography because I thought it would thought would be a more personal account and show more of her character and personality.
The book chronicles her life as a young child growing up with a mentally unstable mother and eventual placement in an orphanage and foster homes.
We also see her transformation from the natural beauty Norma Jean Baker to the Sex Symbol Marilyn Monroe.
Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.
Blonde also talks about Marilyn鈥檚 troubles being taken seriously as an actress and her insecurities about her talent.
Some people have been unkind. If I say I want to grow as an actress, they look at my figure. If I say I want to develop, to learn my craft, they laugh. Somehow they don't expect me to be serious about my work.
Another constant theme throughout this book is Marilyn鈥檚 many love affairs. How many of them where real and how many were wishful thinking, I don鈥檛 know. But they say that if Marilyn Monroe had actually slept with every man who claimed she had. She would have never have had any time to make movies!
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
Marilyn was however married three times and seemed to idolise the idea of being a wife and mother but all her marriges were doomed to fail.
I have too many fantasies to be a housewife...I guess I am a fantasy.
It's better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone.
Throughout the book Marilyn is portrayed as a fragile and unstable person. It is also implied that her mother鈥檚 mental illness was hereditary. And as the book goes on her behaviour becomes more and more manic and depressive.
Happiness is the most important thing in the world, without it, you live a life of depression.
Marilyn is depicted as a fragile girl used by men, Hollywood and the public. A misunderstood and naive woman who was adored but never truly loved and sadly died alone. I enjoyed this book but never really felt like I got "under Marilyn's skin."
I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.
The book chronicles her life as a young child growing up with a mentally unstable mother and eventual placement in an orphanage and foster homes.
We also see her transformation from the natural beauty Norma Jean Baker to the Sex Symbol Marilyn Monroe.
Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.
Blonde also talks about Marilyn鈥檚 troubles being taken seriously as an actress and her insecurities about her talent.
Some people have been unkind. If I say I want to grow as an actress, they look at my figure. If I say I want to develop, to learn my craft, they laugh. Somehow they don't expect me to be serious about my work.
Another constant theme throughout this book is Marilyn鈥檚 many love affairs. How many of them where real and how many were wishful thinking, I don鈥檛 know. But they say that if Marilyn Monroe had actually slept with every man who claimed she had. She would have never have had any time to make movies!
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
Marilyn was however married three times and seemed to idolise the idea of being a wife and mother but all her marriges were doomed to fail.
I have too many fantasies to be a housewife...I guess I am a fantasy.
It's better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone.
Throughout the book Marilyn is portrayed as a fragile and unstable person. It is also implied that her mother鈥檚 mental illness was hereditary. And as the book goes on her behaviour becomes more and more manic and depressive.
Happiness is the most important thing in the world, without it, you live a life of depression.
Marilyn is depicted as a fragile girl used by men, Hollywood and the public. A misunderstood and naive woman who was adored but never truly loved and sadly died alone. I enjoyed this book but never really felt like I got "under Marilyn's skin."
I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.
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