Marilyn

During the troubled production of “Something’s Got to Give”, Marilyn was proving so unreliable and problemsome that the studio was ready to drop her. There was a lot of interesting politics involved, and co-star Dean Martin had a card to play in this game.

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Dean Martin and his lawyers had written a clause into his original contract stating that he had the right to exert approval over the female star who would appear opposite him in Something’s Got to Give. That meant that if Marilyn were dismissed, he could not be forced to appear in any subsequent version of the film with another actress.

He told his cronies, “Marilyn gave me too many good fucks in the past to double-cross her now. I’m walking. No Marilyn, no picture.”

-- Darwin Porter, “Marilyn at Rainbow’s End”

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The film never got completed with Marilyn’s death.



Marilyn Monroe and Dean Martin on the set of Something’s Got to Give, 1962.

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Lo (1,5) Humbert's Split World

Of course, what was holding Humbert down as a young man and keeping him from realizing what one would have taken to be his potential and his due is the fact that the poor guy was sexually repressed. Naturally, we are all sexually repressed to some extent, but for a man of deviant tastes, such repression must be many times worse, and thus he could decry: “I found myself maturing amid a civilization which allows a man of twenty-five to court a girl of sixteen but not a girl of twelve.”

Yes, for sad and distressed Hummy it was the perverse maxim, “the younger the berry, the sweeter the juice”, but he was trapped in an advanced and progressively egalitarian society that seeks to protect its young girls, so that the freshly budding breast is indeed fruit most forbidden. He tried to make do and abide within the accepted norms, but life was not happiness for him.

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No wonder, then, that my adult life during the European period of my existence proved monstrously twofold. Overtly, I had so-called normal relationships with a number of terrestrial women having pumpkins or pears for breasts; inly, I was consumed by a hell furnace of localized lust for every passing nymphet whom as a law-abiding poltroon I never dared approach. The human females I was allowed to wield were but palliative agents. I am ready to believe that the sensations I derived from natural fornication were much the same as those known to normal big males consorting with their normal big mates in that routine rhythm which shakes the world. The trouble was that those gentlemen had not, and I had, caught glimpses of an incomparably more poignant bliss. The dimmest of my pollutive dreams was a thousand times more dazzling than all the adultery the most virile writer of genius or the most talented impotent might imagine. My world was split.

-- “Lolita” by Vladimir Nabokov

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