ORCHIDS AND SALAMI by Eva Gabor

ORCHIDS AND SALAMI

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KIRKUS REVIEW

The word from the ""Gaboratory"" is sharp, emphatic rather than oomphatic, and to the point. From Budapest, where Grandpapa's utterances were the beginning of wisdom, and life, even in 'teen age romancing, was restricted, to England and, via her first marriage, to Hollywood, the road taken a turn as she sets her heart on moving pictures. The ordeal with weight, language and schooling, the grade B pictures and the disillusioning when stardom doesn't materialize, the periods of ""chronic liberty"" and the descent on New York, where ater and TV -- and glamorizing -- snowball. There's the ordeal of houseowning and remodelling, the ridiculous aspects of the glamour angles, the ambition to be an actress rather than photographers' cheesecake -- and a word of two about Mama and her sisters. No smooth Hungarian Tokay here, more of a Pepsicola bubble for a personality willing to divorce itself from its publicity. Entertaining though not enduring.

Publisher: Doubleday