1922–2019   Don’t take this wrong but I desperately wanted her to be Jewish—the otherwise perfect blonde-haired blue-eyed canary who stored up her sexuality like an unexploded bomb. She was not the emblem of the fifties in their supposed hypocrisy but the promise of the decade’s unused gift of self-control. You could see her […]

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