the unpublished marilyn

‘She had a great natural dignity (I cannot imagine anyone who knew her trying to take a liberty with her), and was extremely intelligent. She was also exceedingly sensitive.’
-Edith Sitwell, poetess, 1965.

And of a previous meeting with MM:

'In repose her face was at moments strangely, prophetically tragic, like the face of a beautiful ghost- a little spring-ghost, an innocent fertility-daemon, the vegetation spirit that was Ophelia.’

“I’ve made five transcntinental tours in the past five years, ninety cities. And you know, they still want to know about Marilyn Monroe. It’s like the great American dream blew up in their faces when she died. I only worked with her in The Seven Year Itch, but we had lunch together every day. Sometimes she wanted to talk; sometimes she didn’t. I found her delightful. And I remember when we first met she stood up and a book fell on the floor. An Italian- American cookbook. She was still married to Joe DiMaggio. I liked her, because I knew she was trying.
-Tom Ewell

“She was alive in a way not granted the rest of us. She communicated such a charge of vitality as altered our imagination of life, which is the job and wonder of art. Hollywood, Broadway, the nightclubs all produce their quote of sex queens, but the public takes them or leaves them; the world is not as enslaved by them as it was by Marilyn Monroe, because none but she could suggest such a purity of sexual delight. The boldness with which she could parade herself and yet never be gross, her sexual flamboyance and bravado which yet breathed an air of mystery and even reticence, her voice which carried such ripe overtones of erotic excitement and yet was the voice of a shy child- these anomalies were intergral to her gift. And they described a young woman trapped in a never-never land of unawareness. Even while she symbolised an extreme of sexual knowingness, she took each new circumstance of life like a newborn babe. And this is what made her luminous. The glow was not rubbed off by the ugliness of life because finally in some vital depth, she had been untouched by it.”

-Diana Trilling, author and critic

‘I saw that what she looked like was not what she really was, and what was going on inside her was not what was going on outside, and that always means there may be something there to work with. In Marilyn’s case, the reactions were phenomenal. She can call up emotionally whatever is required for a scene. Her range is infinite.’
-Lee Strasberg, creator-director of the Actors Studio

‘The real marvel lies in the paradox-somehow we know that this extraordinary performance is pure charade… Miss Monroe is a make-believe siren… an urchin pretending to be grown up… sipping ginger ale as though it were champagne. This then is the wonder of the age- like Giradoux’s Ondine ,she is only fifteen years old; and she will never die.’
-Cecil Beaton, designer and MM photographer

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Marilyn Monroe rare candid 1957

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    A letter written on 20 January 1958 summed it up: ‘Always find MMM just wonderful!' 
    Indeed, for ever time we met, I would move on, bursting with pride. She had ethics I wanted for myself. She was a pleasure to observe, to study, to know. Once, when my demand was more than she could give,  she chose the very next we met to make a public spectacle of her approach to me, and with all eyes about glued to her, asked, ’Did I pay enough attention to you today, Jimmy?’
     Love is an enriching thing. When she was near, I felt like the wealthiest man alive.

-The Unpublished Marilyn by James Haspiel

     For me, what began in the reel world on 8 August 1952, and continues to this day, began in the real world on 9 September 1954 and ended in the early-morning hours of 20 May 1962. In both worlds her name was Marilyn Monroe. On that day in 1952, I looked up at her from my seat in a local cinema. Twenty-five months and one day later, I looked at her in the flesh for the first time, as I would continue to do for the remained of her life. During the eight-year interval, I would progress in age from sixteen to twenty-four, while she would transcend into an agelessness all her own. At our first encounter on a New York street, I asked her for a kiss and she responded, her lips landing on this admirer with an impact that was destined to last a lifetime. Following that event, everywhere she appeared, I showed up, and before long she was calling me ‘Jimmy’. The journey that took place between us was charged with happiness and, on my part, wonder, sensuality, outrageousness, even anger. Marilyn was friend, sister, mother and the one soul around who gave me the strength to meet another day.

-’The Unpublished Marilyn’ by James Haspiel

‘One evening I chanced on a television trailer for Bus Stop, and there she was. I’m not even sure I knew whom I was seeing on the screen, but a light had gone on in the room. Where everything had been grey there was all at once an illumination, a glow of something beyond the ordinary human. It was a remarkable moment, of a kind I don’t recall having had with any other actress, and it had its place with certain rare, cherished experiences of art.’
-Diana Trilling, critic, 1963