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The Red Diary

5 August 2017 08:38AM

On August 5, 1962, Marilyn Monroe was found dead at her home in Los Angeles. An autopsy concluded that the cause of death was a barbiturate overdose. No investigation was conducted.

The complete novel Dear Red, The Lost Diary of Marilyn Monroe, a work of fiction,…


4 August 2017 07:57AM

August 4, 1962

Dear Red,
Tashi and I planted early this morning, and I arranged for a delivery for tonight’s
dinner with Rafe. Unfortunately, Mrs. Murray’s car is in the shop so she isn’t out of my life until tomorrow. Bobby stopped by this afternoon to congratulate me…


3 August 2017 08:51AM

August 3, 1962

Dear Red,
I finally knocked the socks off Liz! Right on the cover of Life– the best article ever written about me! I showed Pat the strage perfumed letter I got from Jean Kennedy: Dear Marilyn, she wrote. I understand that you and Bobby…


2 August 2017 08:23AM

Thursday, Aug 2, 1962
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Dear Red,
I mistakenly asked Mrs. Murray to drive me to the Pharmacy to pick up a prescription. It opened me up for an attack. She said, you should call Dr. G. when you need help, Marilyn. It’s none of your business, I…


1 August 2017 01:19PM

August 1, 1962

Dear Red,
Halleluiah! Amen! At 4:00 this afternoon I signed a million dollar, two-picture
contract with 20th Century Fox and Marilyn Monroe Productions—Something’s Got to Give along with What a Way to Go. I’ll be free of Fox in spring, 1963. Zanuck, Weinstein, Frosch, Rubin,…


31 July 2017 11:44AM

July 31, 1962

Dear Red,
I gave Dr. G. the tapes– five hours worth,including lot of pause, and deep breathing. It took me ten takes to record it light, carefree, without expressing the anger I feel toward him as ringleader of the gang! The tapes do not…


30 July 2017 11:30AM

July 30, 1962

Dear Red,
In truth, I feel bad for Paula. But we are both worn out. Something’s Got to Give broke us. Luckily, Lee won’t ever know I’m removing him from my will on Monday— because he doesn’t know he is specified to receive the…


29 July 2017 02:53PM

July 29, 1962

Dear Red,
When I asked Jackie about Camelot, she ignored my questions and said her fantasy is to live in New York and become a writer. She wasn’t sure what kind of
writer, except nonfiction. And not autobiographical. She has had enough of the
limelight. She…


28 July 2017 09:52AM

July 28, 1962

Dear Red,
Pat said I’m on the cover of Life next week. We went through our calendar: I’ve
got The Jean Harlow Story with Sydney coming up. Ms. Caswell, he calls me,
the girl with the horizontal walk. He was my best publicist back in the…


27 July 2017 10:57AM

July 27, 1962

Dear Red,
Surprise! My beautiful dining room table finally arrived from Mexico today! Tashi
helped me set it up. It’s big and heavy, just like I wanted. Warhol’s bisexual self-portrait floats above it. Once I find some chairs, I can have a simple dinner party.…


26 July 2017 10:28AM

July 26, 1962

Dear Red,
I went to dinner at the Lawfords. The General was there. He said Hoover classified
me as a foreign Security Matter #105–C. C is for communist. Hoover said I blabbed
to friends about the first known detonation of the H-bomb on U.S. territory. I…


25 July 2017 12:52PM

July 25, 1962

Dear Red,
I try to solve my problems instead of sleeping. I remember years ago, Betty Grable told me about fame. She said: Honey, I’ve had it. Go get yours. It’s your turn now. Then a film I saw popped into my head called…


24 July 2017 01:28PM

July 24, 1962

Dear Red,
I took Maf for a jog around the Brentwood loop before anyone was out. We listened to the dogs and the birds, smelled coffee brewing and fragrant lemons in the early
heat. I may sell this house when I settle in New York.…


23 July 2017 10:09AM

July 23, 1962

Dear Red,
I saw Mrs. Murray in my driveway with Weinstein, describing my delicate condition,
or what? When she walked in, I gave her notice and handed her six month’s severance pay. She took it like ice, but agreed to stay on until August 5th,…


22 July 2017 11:05AM

July 22, 1962

Dear Red,
At dawn Frank’s pilot flew the three of us back to LA. Bad Bad Bad Bad. Last
night was fucked up. Frankie was singing on stage and Giancana sat down next to me at a front row table. About fifteen minutes later, he…


21 July 2017 06:17AM

July 21, 1962

Dear Red,
The day started nice and cool, drinking coffee by the pool. Then out walked Rudin
in his swim trunks, and I thought I was going to die! I gave him the cold shoulder,
he swam a few laps and left me alone. I started…


20 July 2017 08:33AM

July 20, 1962

Dear Red,
I had a seamstress sew a fake bottom into my travelbag for you, Red. I can’t risk
losing you, or having you discovered. So even inside the house I have a place to put you where the snoops won’t find you. Writing a…


19 July 2017 08:13AM

July 19, 1962

Dear Red,
Pat and Peter are picking me up tomorrow morning to drive to Cal Neva, just over
the California border. They say I need to rest, and this is the perfect opportunity.
Frankie is scheduled to perform Friday and Saturday nights. I can always relax…


18 July 2017 08:34AM

July 18, 1962

Dear Red,
When I was a kid a small dog followed me to school one day– the cutest, most loyal mutt you ever saw. At lunch I fed him my peanut butter sandwich, and after school he was still there, waiting for me. I…


17 July 2017 09:27AM

July 17, 1962

Dear Red,
Blood smeared my sheets like a rusty sunset with the pain of yet another period. Every time I complain, my GYN doctor offers to do a hysterectomy and take replacement hormones, but I think natures way is best. I’m afraid of menopause,…


17 July 2017 09:26AM

July 16, 1962

Dear Red,
I told Agnes that I have an appointment in two weeks with Dr. A.—I’m taking her advice and dumping Dr. G. She knows something bad happened and lectured me about hanging out with the Rat Pack when I told her that it…


15 July 2017 09:24AM

July 15, 1962

Dear Red,
Mrs. Murray broke my weight lifting routine when she arrived at eight this morning. I jumped up and insisted that she take the day off—she had put in extra hours for the party. I literally had to shove her out the door.…


15 July 2017 09:15AM

July 14, 1962

Dear Red,
I threw a 20th birthday party for Joan, Dr. G.’s daughter. She invited two dozen friends, her parents, their friends and we all hung out around the pool. The girls looked beautiful in their bikinis. Joe sat by my side all afternoon…


13 July 2017 10:40AM

July 13, 1962

Dear Red,
My nose is finally looking its unfruity self. Dr. G. is feeling vulnerable. He
is afraid I’m writing about IT and HIM. I told him I burned my diary at the
General’s insistence, and I’ve come up with a Trojan Horse. I told Dr.…


12 July 2017 07:51AM

July 12, 1962

Dear Red,
Another meeting with Fox. I chose Jean Negulesco as director to finish Something’s Got to Give. Twentieth Century-Fox has agreed to go back to Nunnally’s script— a much funnier, sexier version than what it mushed into. We are closing in on the…

 

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