Edited by Stanley Buchthal and Bernard Comment - Fragments Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters by Marilyn Monroe

In her lifetime, under pressure from the studios, the media created a joyful and radiant image of Marilyn Monroe, even to the point of making her out to be a dumb blonde. One remembers her parts in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes , The Seven Year Itch , How to Marry a Millionaire , and Lets Make Love . Anything contrary to this artificial image was not welcome. There was no room for a melancholic Marilyn. The icon was not allowed to have an opposite side. Yet, like a medal, she did have two sides.

The sunny and luminous one of the sparkling blonde, and the darker one of the excessive perfectionist who sought absolutes and for whom life (work, friendships, and love affairs) could only lead to disappointment. I think I have a gay side in me and also a sad side, Marilyn confided in an interview. Her friend Marlon Brando expressed perfectly the shock people felt when her death was announced: Everybody stopped work, and you could see all that day the same expressions on their faces, the same thought: How can a girl with success, fame, youth, money, beautyhow could she kill herself? Nobody could understand it because those are the things that everybody wants, and they cant believe that life wasnt important to Marilyn Monroe, or that her life was elsewhere. There are thousands of photographs of this icon. Her image has been used in many, sometimes brutal, ways. But in this book a new world of truthfulness and overwhelming clarity is being thrown open.

A hitherto unknown and unseen Marilyn is revealed. On her death in 1962, Marilyn Monroes personal possessions were bequeathed to Lee Strasberg, and when he in turn died in 1982, his young widow, Anna Strasberg, inherited this large and uncataloged collection, which included dresses, cosmetics, pictures, books, receipts, and so forth. Many years later, while sorting out Lee Strasbergs papers, she found two boxes of poems and other manuscripts written by Marilyn. Not knowing what to do with these, she asked a family friend, Stanley Buchthal, for advice. Some months later, at an art collectors dinner, Stanley told Bernard Comment, a French essayist and editor, about Anna Strasbergs find in order to get his opinion of the unpublished materials. That was the start of the adventure that became this book.

As far as has been possible to determine, the texts are placed in chronological order. Words printed in red are the editors and correct spelling mistakes, add missing words, or suggest possible readings of indecipherable words. The ordering of fragments of very disparate documents has been an attempt at reconstruction and hence at interpretation. The flow of Marilyns thoughts on individual pages, and from one successive page to another, is indicated by red arrows (black arrows are Marilyns own). It is possible that other texts written by Marilyn will surface in the years or decades to come. For the moment, this book contains every available text, excepting her technical notes on acting.

In any case, these writings reveal a young woman who was dissatisfied with issues of surface appearance and who was seeking the truth at the heart of both things and people. Only lovers of clichs will be surprised that the Hollywood actress was passionately fond of literature, although this fact cannot be illustrated merely by the pictures collected in this book. (Still: how many actresses from that period do we know who sometimes took pains to be photographed reading or holding a book?) In a 1960 interview with the French journalist Georges Belmont, Marilyn recalled the beginning of her career: Nobody could imagine what I did when I wasnt shooting, because they didnt see me at previews or premieres or parties. Its simple: I was going to school! Id never finished high school, so I started going to UCLA at night, because during the day I had small parts in pictures. I took courses in the history of literature and the history of this country, and I started to read a lot, stories by wonderful writers. Her library contained four hundred books, ranging from such classics as Milton, Dostoyevsky, and Whitman to contemporary writers, including Hemingway, Beckett, and Kerouac.

Arthur Miller played a part in her development as a reader, too, recommending Carl Sandburgs six-volume biography of Abraham Lincoln, which she devoured. But some years before they were involved, Marilyn had already tackled James Joyces Ulysses . As we know, Marilyn inspired numerous painters: Dal, De Kooning, and Warhol, among others. She also felt a real interest in paintingin the painters of the Italian Renaissance, such as Botticelli; Goya, especially his demons (I know this man very well, we have the same dreams, I have had the same dreams since I was a child); Degas, whose ballet dancer she gazed at in wonder when taken to see a private collection; and also Rodin, whose Hand of God she admired at length in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. From all these examples emerges a cultured and curious Marilyn who had a strong desire to understand others, the outside world, destiny, and, of course, herself. She took notes, swiftly setting down her feelings and thoughts and expressing her wonder.

Some may be surprised at her spelling mistakes, in which, most probably, a form of dyslexia is detectable. But readers of Marcel Prousts correspondence (Marilyn read Swanns Way on the set of Love Nest in 1951) will have seen worse. The very Proust who, answering the question to which failings are you most lenient? replied unhesitatingly, spelling mistakes, and who, in one of his letters, wrote this strange and beautiful phrase: Each spelling mistake is the expression of a desire. The collection of documents revealed here is nothing less than a treasure trove. We owe its appearance to Anna Strasberg and her sons, Adam and David, who, during the preparation of this book, have embraced the opportunity to uncover a hitherto undervalued, even unknown dimension of Marilyns personality. From beginning to end we have shared their desire to create a book that, we would like to think, would have pleased its author.

Marilyn once confessed to a journalist: I think Lee probably changed my life more than any other human being. Thats why I love to go to the Actors Studio whenever Im in New York. Perhaps Strasberg, more than other people, had sensed who Marilyn really was. One of the remarkable insights these documents offer is the sense that Marilyn was, until the end, planning for the future. Among other projects, she hoped over time to play the great Shakespearean roles, from Juliet to Lady Macbeth. She also pursued her idea of creating a new production company in association with Marlon Brando.