LINDA by Linda Christian


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In a year when several Hollywood leading ladies have made the literary scene (Crawford, Davis, Dietrich) Linda Christian, who was never much more than one of filmdom's soubrettes but who lived on the fringe of celebri-cicty, tells appreciably all to show that she is more than just a ""plaything of time"". Now in all seriousness, she goes back over the first breathless meeting in Mexico with Errol Flynn whose Hollywood affer included his home for a week before she learned that he was on trial for statutory rope. Bit parts did not lead to fame but to Europe eventually and Tyrone Power. Second love at first sight ended in marriage, but even two little girls did not make it stick. With divorce behind her, she decided to ""devote most of me to my two treasures"" but somehow they're still in California when she meets Fon Portago, the racer, in Paris and there's the blitz romance with the fulfilled premonition of his death in the Mille Migila. Still shattered, she accepts the sanctuary of Aly Khan's chateau, emerges to take up with ""Baby"", the playboy Count Pignatcill, and her story ends on a note of recently acquired serenity- Edmund... Only the victim of these Star-crossed associations, she finds it hard to believe that Elsa Maxwell called her a ""Headline Huntress""; other latter day recognitions (""love and lovemaking... are worlds apart"") seem equally naive.

Publisher: Crown