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—for August 22, 2015 by John Wilcock

Manhattan Memories
Chapter One

Chapter One—Beginnings
Chatting with Marilyn Monroe

In 1955, a year after my arrival in New York, I was assigned to interview Marilyn Monroe. She was a big name but much outranked at the time by such screen goddesses as Joan Crawford, Bette Davis and Garbo. For one reason or another Marilyn was surprisingly easy to contact. I called the genial press agent Frank Goodman and requested an interview with Ms. Monroe and within days we’d arranged to all meet in the lobby of the Waldorf Towers, her Manhattan home since separating from Joe DiMaggio.

Frank looked at his watch. It was 2:40pm. “Maybe I should call her suite?” but almost as soon as he’d said it, she was there.

Short, black skirt over bare legs, polka dotted blouse, her blonde hair falling untidily over enormous sunglasses. "I'm not late am I?" the goddess asked, and being assured of the time added: "Oh, ten minutes? Well, Sir Thomas Beecham told me ten minutes was all right."

Baffled but delighted by this unexpected endorsement, we set off up Lexington Avenue for Child's, a now-defunct bar, which MM had declared to be one of her favorites. Noticing the curious stares from passers-by I observed that her "disguise" didn't seem to be working because passers-by were staring at her. The goddess gave me a reproving glance. "It's probably because I'm a girl" she said. "I do hope it's because I'm a girl".

Sitting across the table from her was an exhilarating experience, but I suppressed my excitement; there was work to be done. In suspension from her studio, 20th Century Fox for persistent tardiness, she had just left DiMaggio and was being constantly linked in the columns with one man or another. Tabloid theories aside, I said, what kind of a man did she really like?

"Well," she replied, "what I really like are men who are poets--but that doesn't mean they have to write poetry. Do you know what I mean?" And leaning across the table she squeezed my forearm for emphasis. I was in ecstasy; who among us, after all, could not imagine himself a poet on such an occasion?

She hardly stopped smiling the entire time we were together and scarcely needed prompting to talk about the Actors Studio, whose daily workshops she was attending. "I feel more serious about this than anything else in the world" she declared. "I want to be a good actress and if I ever know I'm good I shan't care what people say about me ..."

Her sentences tended to trail off towards the end as though she wasn't quite sure how to finish them, and I asked if interviews made her nervous. "Yes. I used to stutter a little but in any case I've always been shy. Still am. I suppose I'm getting better at meeting people but sometimes I'm quite terrified. On that (Ed Murrow) Person to Person show, for example."

Was she ever lonely?

"Aren't we all sometimes. Aren't you? I know I am. It doesn't have anything to do with whether you're with anybody or not. I love to go for walks on my own, though, especially in New York. I don't even want to go to Europe until I've seen more of New York. I haven't been outside the United States....No, no. That's not right. I was in Canada twice. At Banff and also at Niagara Falls. I think Banff is the most beautiful place I've ever seen and Niagara Falls looks even better from the Canadian side. I made that movie Niagara there and can't really understand why those women's organizations made such a fuss about it. It's true I played a tramp in the picture, but I was only acting. How silly if people thought you were what you played in movies".

Frank ordered more drinks and the warmth of the Indian Summer leaked into the half empty bar, momentarily breaking the magical mood. He’d been her agent for a while but seemed to be as fascinated by this conversation as I was.

What had come through to me about Marilyn was her apparent naiveté and total lack of guile. And yet she was obviously very smart and fully aware of her skills. Since her separation from DiMaggio she had been taken in, seemingly protected by the photographer Milton Greene and his wife with whom she had formed a company, Marilyn Monroe Productions Inc.

"I really believe in this", she said enthusiastically. "We're going to do all kinds of things--movies, TV, anything else that we think is creative. Of course I won't be the only one in it. I'm not very good at business--I don't even understand it much--but we want to be company that doesn't get so big that all it cares about is money".

I knew that she had been suspended by 20th Century Fox, only part of the way through the seven-year contract she had signed with Darryl Zanuck, and I asked her what the current situation was.

She sighed. "It's difficult to say. Better not to talk about it at present, I think, because I'm just not sure what's going to happen. The situation could change overnight. I disagreed with them over How To Be Very, Very Popular, not because of the story but because there were one or two things I didn't understand. A good director can get certain results and so I was interested in talking to the director to ask him how he was going to handle these things. But it didn't prove possible to sit down and talk about them so I didn't report for work and was suspended."

As that seemed to be all she was going to say on the matter, I brought up the subject of carping critics. She seemed surprisingly self-confident and untroubled by them. "It doesn't really matter what people say about you", she said. "Sometimes it's bound to hurt a bit but it won't alter things, especially if you know yourself how things really are."

She reached for her glass of Harvey's Bristol sherry and accidentally knocked over the glass. As the liquid ran across the table Frank signaled to a waiter. One was hovering instantly at her side bearing a rag, and Marilyn mopped away with her half-open blouse --I saw her white bra!--all the while muttering something about how easy it was for an actress to be misunderstood.

I mumbled something about the difficulty of certain people being taken seriously when they looked so attractive.

MM smiled and looked coolly into my eyes. "Oh, I don't know" she said lightly. "You look nice and I'm sure you're a good writer".

What happened after that I was almost too dazed to remember. There was some discussion concerning the role of Grushenka in Dostoievsky's The Brothers Karamazov, it being the role she said she most yearned to play.

Frank leaned over the table and said gently, “I think I should be taking you home now, Marilyn. It looks like it might rain”.  The goddess looked bewildered at first, as though she had no plans to leave. Then she rose slowly as she edged out of the booth and smiled at us both, saying how much she’d enjoyed our little chat. Outside the bar on Lexington Avenue, it was late afternoon and the crowds were growing. Frank hailed a cab within moments and both climbed in. As I made my farewells I told Marilyn that if she ever cared to visit, I’d enjoy showing her around Greenwich Village (where I then lived in a $46-a-week apartment). But of course I never saw her again.

 
John Wilcock and Amber
Photo by Fred W. MacDarrah, a comrade since the early days of the Village Voice, who died last week [2008] three days after calling to grant me permission to use the picture. Rest in peace, old friend.

A few days later I picked up the phone at my 26 Perry Street home to hear a husky voice ask: "Mr Wilcock? This is Marlene Dietrich". Once again a press agent had come through, requesting an interview to which the great lady herself had chosen to respond.

Sadly, many of the people I met in my New York days remain little more today than mere name-drops, but I’ll always bless my luck that I spent an hour or two with these interesting ladies.

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NEXT:
Chapter Two—Meeting Marlene
Gilbert Seldes' The Lively Arts
Steve Allen derides TV columnist
Giving parties to meet strangers
Norman Mailer’s Voice column
In Marlene Dietrich’s apartment

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