i may have also spent too much time with elizabeth taylor and richard burton. the two books were due on the same deadline that i decided to stretch. despite my best intentions, i only made it to p.242 of this one. it was recommended by the audience warm-up guy on in the kitchen with stefano faita (i heart jeff perrin, his pearly whites, and his propensity to hire such delicious boys for his team for this show). maybe it’s because i don’t drink or do drugs that i couldn’t stay interested in the on-and-off the wagon stories of addicts (but probably again because i’d spent so much time trudging through scar tissue). but this prototypical hollywood couple did love to read, and that’s good enough in my books:
“Even with paparazzi hanging out of the trees and hearing them tramping over the rooftops above us, even with all that going on, we could make love, and play Scrabble, and spell out naughty words for each other, and the game would never be finished. When you get aroused playing Scrabble, that’s love, baby.” (38)
“Once the play opened, Sterne recalled, ‘Elizabeth was always there in the audience, after that she saw it from the wings or heard it over the monitor.’ That was because when she arrived on opening night, her very appearance caused such a ruckus it delayed the curtain by a half hour. Audience members actually climbed onto their seats to get a better look at her. Rather than upstage the actors, from that night or she either slipped in and sat at the rear or wings of the theater or watched the performance from backstage. But she was there every night.” (99)
“…The Sandpiper was enormously profitable, earning $14 million and beation out MGM’s blockbuster for the year, The Unsinkable Molly Brown, starring Elizabeth’s former ‘rival’ Debbie Reynolds and proving that sex trumps effervescence, at least at the box office. The public couldn’t stop reliving the drama of the couple’s world-shaking adultery.” (119)
“He had already surpassed Elizabeth at the box office, though she remained more famous-more beloved-than he could ever hope to be. Now the unasked question was, did their alliance help or hinder his career?” (131)
“Richard also loved buying books-twenty or thirty paperbacks in one haul-at a favorite bookshop on Via Veneto. In the evenings, he dined alone with Elizabeth; they often read favorite passages to each other during their meals.” (171)
i wish that women didn’t defer so much to their partners’ fame, but then again, i have no idea what it’s like to be married and at this rate, i may never will.