My father told me a story once. Mind you, he was full of anecdotes if you only had several days. He mused about meeting the famed Arthur Miller in the fifties while he was on some kind of lecture circuit. My father was an English professor at University of Colorado and I believe Miller at that time was on some kind of tour with a book or a play if I am guessing.
As a drama student I was lapping it up and eager for each detail. I remember just listening to him in awe. My father was non impressed.
"Well, no one got to see him or talk to him at that party, Morna. Whenever anyone asked about him the host just gestured to the upstairs. Apparently, he was upstairs on the phone in a closed room talking to his wife who was in California for hours. Marilyn Monroe was upset, and he was calming her down. I don't think he ever came downstairs? I think someone eventually brought him a drink, and a plate."
As I listened I remember nodding, and concluding that the details in the media of her much chronicled neurosis were probably true.
Big Sigh.
Ah, the days before social media! Ah, the days when news was composed of facts.
You had me at your teaser on the SOLC site. Fascinating! I am so intrigued by Marilyn Monroe's story. You're right, there are many details about her state of mind towards the end of her life. This story, sadly, seems to confirm much of what I have read.
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