However, along the way he takes some mighty swipes at the reputations of JFK, whom everyone agrees had a one-night stand with Monroe at Bing Crosby’s house; Robert Kennedy, whom Badman, proverbially holding his nose, lets off the hook from both the charges of having an affair with Monroe and being complicit in her death; Monroe’s last psychiatrist, Ralph Greenson; the actor Peter Lawford; and the suits in the front office of Twentieth Century-Fox, among others. His hero is baseball icon Joe DiMaggio, the second of Monroe’s three husbands and the only one to attend her funeral and never to write a confessional book or give interviews about the actress.
Banner’s ambition is much larger — to consider the living Monroe as a whole person: an unusually imaginative and loving child; a sufferer for nearly her entire life of a pronounced stammer, which made public speaking onerous, and of an array of other physical ailments; a victim of childhood abandonment by her parents, of a murder attempt by her insane mother and of pedophiliac molestation, if not rape; a survivor of many foster homes, which Banner has tracked down. She was also a largely self-taught connoisseur of art and photography; an earnest student of Method acting; a reader of the 16th-century anatomist and author Vesalius, Freud, Lincoln Steffens, I.F. Stone, Willa Cather and of poetry by, among others, her friend Carl Sandburg; a student of dancing with Lotte Goslar, Jack Cole and Gwen Verdon; a woman known for her kindness and generosity; a libertine who longed to be an artist; and, perhaps most unusual, a person with an intensely spiritual side.



















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