"I’ve given my memoirs far more thought than any of my marriages. You can’t divorce a book."
Gloria Swanson
Gloria Swanson, you can at least try to divorce a book. Just ask Hedy Lamarr. Following the publication of her memoir Ecstasy and Me, Lamarr sued her publisher, claiming that the more scandalous elements in the book were the fabrication of its ghost writer.
Gloria Swanson
Gloria Swanson, you can at least try to divorce a book. Just ask Hedy Lamarr. Following the publication of her memoir Ecstasy and Me, Lamarr sued her publisher, claiming that the more scandalous elements in the book were the fabrication of its ghost writer.
from the book
| “Now, I shall cut ahead again to say something about [my ex-husband] Fritz Mandl. I suppose I still picture him as a giant. He was the owner of . . . one of the ‘big four’ munitions manufacturers . . . He was known and feared in every capital of the world. He was said to start and finish wars. He was utterly ruthless.” “I wanted to escape. But although I was a celebrity, I was not brave enough to ask Mandl for my freedom. . . One day I made an experiment, just sneaking away without a plan. . . I remembered that, from more carefree days, that there was a notorious night spot on the block. The main floor was unremarkable, but upstairs there was a peephole club. For a small entrance fee you could look into specially furnished rooms where various patterns of love-making took place. Into the club I ran.” |  "Ecstasy and Me, My Life as a Woman" |
“There was a room at the end of the peephole row. I ran to it, and slammed the door behind me. There was a large bed (this one with a purple spread), an overstuffed chair, and a single bureau. . . I didn’t know what to do. I locked the door, and sat on the bed shivering. I expected that Mandel would hammer on the door any moment.
But then, a young came through the other door. My God, I thought, he thinks I’m one of the girls!
I wanted to explain. Yet there was more actual danger outside the door than inside it. By now, the young man was almost undressed. I thought of giving him money. But what if he turned me in? With his last garment removed, he sung to me cheerfully: ‘Are you ready?’
My mind numb, I nodded and began to undress also.”
Ecstasy and Me, My Life as a Woman, "written" by Hedy Lamarr
But then, a young came through the other door. My God, I thought, he thinks I’m one of the girls!
I wanted to explain. Yet there was more actual danger outside the door than inside it. By now, the young man was almost undressed. I thought of giving him money. But what if he turned me in? With his last garment removed, he sung to me cheerfully: ‘Are you ready?’
My mind numb, I nodded and began to undress also.”
Ecstasy and Me, My Life as a Woman, "written" by Hedy Lamarr
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