Does the death of a film icon merit memorialization on a book commentary blog?
A dear friend who worked in the Olympian heights of Hollywood once told me a very touching story about her. You knew that you were about to receive a visit from the goddess, when a case of Dom Perignon was delivered. A bottle was put on ice in readiness, and some time after that the lovely woman herself arrived.
She drank just one half-glass as she enchanted the company, and then she left, leaving the rest for her host.
What a gal.
She was tiny, he said, but once you looked into her magnificent eyes, that was all you saw.