It all started with an assignment. Earlier this month I'd had to review a book for the magazine I'm working for and seeing as there was a strong buzz for Michelle Williams in the movie My Week With Marilyn, I picked this book - a 2-in-1 re-release of Colin Clark's memoirs of his experiences working on the set of The Prince and the Showgirl - for that purpose. I started reading with complete detachment and disinterest for the 'stars' of the book. Marilyn Monroe, though a legendary movie icon, and her films have never entered my film education for some reason so I started reading purely for the job and didn't expect to find anything interesting about it.
Also, I'm not a big fan of memoirs. My problem with them (or any biographical or autobiographical works) is that very often I go thinking, "Is this real?" Memoirs and biographies are supposed to be non-fiction but I think that most things published in the genre is very subjective. Some of them can be very entertaining but most, I just find annoying. The good ones are usually the ones that are doused in humor and written by authors who don't mind looking more or less like a human being. I can count on one hand which of these authors that I like. One finger, actually. And I've only read one book from him so far. (His name, in case you want to know, is David Sedaris.)
But of course a job is a job (and this means money and livelihood) so I steeled myself and started reading. The book is basically made up of Colin Clark's diary entries that detail his life, his background, and the beginning of his involvement with the production of the movie, The Prince and the Showgirl. They were thoughts, opinions and - occasionally - explanations on the What's What and Who's Who in the film industry of that era. He wrote down his impressions on people - friends, colleagues, rivals, idols, lovers (including a male one at some point, although he was ultimately a ladies man) - and, surprise, surprise! They actually sounded rather funny.
Before I knew it, I was laughing, sighing, growling and giggling uncontrollably in inappropriate places and at inappropriate times*. It took me two weeks to get through that first half of the book (the first memoir, The Prince, The Showgirl And Me) due to time constraints and other things**, but I ended up falling in love with Clark and the people in his life. The book had quietly snuck up on me and taken me over, making me obsess about it and recommend it to people. (One of the reactions my friend had to my recommendation was, "You? Recommending a memoir? Who are you and what have you done with my friend?")
I followed up right away with My Week With Marilyn, the second memoir inside this book that detailed Clark's love affair with Marilyn Monroe from 11 to 18 September 1956 (coincidentally, the last date of the entry is also my birthday 26 years later). The second one had a more fantastical feel to it (as I understand it, it was written many years after it ended) and therefore felt more like a work of fiction instead of non-fiction. Of course this is not to say that Clark made it all up; I'm merely saying that there's a distinct change of style in Clark's writing. Whether it's because he'd grown older and more mature by the time he wrote it or simply because he wanted to enhance the drama, the change is not unwelcome. In fact, it's very entertaining to see this affair written in a more fairy tale-esque way instead of pure journal entries. In any case, I was left in stitches in most places (yet another round of inappropriate reactions in inappropriate places***) and kept me in suspense and then put me through a minor heartbreak throughout, knowing that this guy didn't get The Girl.
This being a memoir, of course I still have suspicions that Clark exaggerated the events for dramatic purposes. At some points, I also thought he had a very high opinion of himself (particularly in the earlier entries; probably because of his young man's ego) and that had me gnashing my teeth in annoyance. But gradually as the stories of the film's filming and the antics of the actors and crew members became more and more engaging, my annoyance turned into amusement and eventually extreme fondness. Besides, I think I would've been a lot more displeased if Clark were to present himself as a humble chap with nothing going on for him. At least, he never pitied himself and his voice was consistently funny, if not terribly charming.
Whatever the truth was in the end, I got over my own prejudice over memoirs. In the case of this book, story and writing style triumph over so-called 'truth'. It didn't make me a fan of Marilyn Monroe, but I learned so much more about this legendary movie star. And while the events in the memoirs took place 50 years ago, I learned a bit about the 'politics' of the British film industry and its 'relationship' with their American cousins. These aspects are hardly scandalous but still quite informative. At the very least, they confirm what I'd already guessed about that particular world.
In more ways than one, this book has become very precious to me. So precious in fact that I ended up buying it for myself. I have a feeling that this is a book I will be rereading many times in the future. And considering that I've been a memoir-skeptic before I started this reading, that is really saying something. Big deal? Oh yes it is.
Footnotes
* I started reading this book at the proper bookstore where I work. I was standing/leaning on the Customer Service counter and there were staffs (my colleagues) and customers nearby. I laughed and snorted many times and drew their attention. I repeated the same thing the next day because I didn't immediately buy the book, seeing no necessity for it, as at that point I'd still treated the book as being a part of my assignment and not read it for my own enjoyment.
** Seeing as I had a deadline, I borrowed the book from the bookstore (using my press card; the absolute wonders of having dual jobs) so I could continue reading the book at home. The maximum number of days for book borrowing from the bookstore is 3 working days. I returned the book on the 4th day and continued reading it in the store, where I kept it on reservation for several more days. I would've been able to finish reading it within the week, but unfortunately I was busied by magazine deadlines and incoming shipments of new books. So I had to postpone reading for a few more days.
*** At this point, I'd bought the book already because I couldn't stand having to read it in small installments at the store. My review of the book had been postponed for the next issue, which meant I no longer had a deadline for it (and this didn't upset me because by the time my editor told me to change my book review, I'd already been reading it for my own enjoyment), but I still wanted to have it. But that didn't change the fact that, when I read it in public places like the coffee shop or my office area that have a lot of people in it, I still made the most embarrassing reactions for the whole world to see.