| MATTHEW LYNCH,
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As long as there's been movies, there's been serious authors in creative peril in Hollywood—from F. Scott Fitzgerald to Barton Fink. James Baldwin's might set a new standard for the form. As an excerpt today from Nicholas Boggs's upcoming biography of the writer details, Baldwin was in California in 1968 working on a biopic of Malcolm X when all manner of upheaval found his personal and professional life. Then it all collided with national history.
Elsewhere today, a secret royal good-luck charm; an archival visit with Garbo; and we resurface some of our favorite stories from the week. More on Monday… |
In 1968 Palm Springs, as author James Baldwin yearned for the would-be leading man of his Malcolm X screenplay, an era-defining act of violence fractured his world: the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr.
Ahead, an exclusive first excerpt from Baldwin: A Love Story takes us inside his nearly fatal tangle with California: "The pressures that arose from the conflicts over the film made for a 'very depressing time,' [Sedat] Pakay conveyed, and Baldwin clearly 'wasn't happy.'" |
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The furor we've seen on late night and South Park is just the beginning: TV writers plan to make the cultural cost of capitulating to Trump as high as possible. |
August is here, which means we've updated our guide to the best films currently streaming on Netflix—including Oscar-winning favorites and classic rom-coms. |
A young Diana Spencer became one of the most famous women in the world when she married the future King Charles in 1981—but one small detail of her wedding dress has largely remained a secret. |
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A friendship with Greta Garbo had its many pleasures. But, as a noted producer recalls, Garbo's celebrity and eccentricities produced some unusual moments, from a silent dinner with Mae West to a tense evening with Irene Dunne and Greer Garson to the unforgettable purchase of a cream puff.
From the April 2000 issue, William Frye unveils G.G., as she was known to her closest friends. "Depending on the time of the year," Frye writes, Garbo drank either vodka or scotch. "I always added a little ice. Once, I suggested a splash of water, but she refused, saying, 'No, thank you. I don't want to rust.'" |
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