There is a ride at Disneyland called, "Mr. Toad's Wild Ride". They could replace Mr. Toad with Judy Garland and it would still have the same effect. Wild and chaotic.
She was not singing songs: she was dispensing spiritual health and enlightenment, sustenance for the soul. And therein lay the magic.
She was born Frances Ethel Gumm and was soon on stage with her older sisters as part of a vaudeville act. Her mother was ambitious and quickly realized her youngest daughter had the makings of a star. Her father was a sweet, docile man, who was consistently run out of small towns when his bisexual proclivities became unmasked. The future Judy Garland became used to moving from town to town and belting out songs for the adulation she craved. Her life could be carved up into thirds.
ACT ONE
Judy gets discovered by MGM and becomes part of the stable of the greatest stars on one movie lot. Although she had great talent, she had a lack of self-esteem, worsened by seeing the other MGM youngsters such as Lana Turner and Elizabeth Taylor at the studio school each day. To keep her going, Garland's mother fed the teenager the uppers and downers to ensure her daughter would follow a set schedule of performing and resting. As she grew older, Garland became more and more addicted to her pills and her increasing tardiness and absences made it difficult for MGM to stay loyal to her. When Louis B. Mayer lost control as head of the studio, the new regime had no patience for Garland and sacked her.
ACT TWO
Garland stars in the remake of A STAR IS BORN and her star rises again at Warner Brothers. It is short-lived. Convinced that the critically acclaimed movie is too long, WB cuts it apart and the new movie takes a drastic decline at the box office. With movies no longer her key to security, Judy went back to the stage to wow audiences across the globe, especially in England. Again, following the same pattern, she loses track, becomes un-professional and declines. Again.
ACT THREE
It's now the 1960s and Judy moves into television. Once again, acclaim. Once again, decline. Missed performances. Drugged-out onstage. Hard to handle. This time, the fall from grace was final, resulting in her death from an overdose of pills in 1969.
"Don't for heaven's sake give me that old sob stuff routine. Of course I'd do it all over again. With all the same mistakes."
By the time the book hits the mid-1950s, I had a hard time relating to Garland. It is clear that she was one very spoiled little girl who felt it was appropriate to blame everyone but herself for her actions. She married men who used her. She was used by her agents (including the infamous David Begelman who stole almost $500,000 from her). Hosts of industry parties feared her showing up at their homes, because they knew she would immediately go through each bathroom in search of the prescription pills they might have stashed. She made the same mistakes over and over again. She was the daughter of a gay man, yet she would marry two gay men and then get upset that she did. My head was spinning at one point and frustrated that she simply refused to wake up and take control. She didn't have just one overdose, but had several, along with slit wrists and constant suicide threats. Mr. Toad's Wild Ride.
In drugs, she had a wider selection: Nembutal, Seconal, Tuinal, Demerol and Dexamyl - they sound like a recitation of kings from the Old Testament...
Garland never had any kind of interest for me. I saw THE WIZARD OF OZ on the telly. I saw THAT'S ENTERTAINMENT and realized she had done other roles outside the Emerald City. I watched THE PIRATE in a revival movie house, but I can barely remember her. Yet, there seems to be a large audience devoted to her memory. They worship her as the Queen of Victims and it's rather weird. To each their own, but her belting style of singing is just not something I can stand. That's why I picked up this book in the hopes of trying to understand her 'aura'.
The style of writing by the author is, however, entertaining.
Like the savage rites of the Aztecs, M-G-M's religion of beauty demanded human sacrifice - an offering of spirit if not blood.
Like a virus in the blood, a dark mood would unexpectedly seize her, and she would almost hunger for self-destruction.
So I was shaking my head at both the subject and at the writing, entertaining as it all was. At one point, author Gerald Clarke compares Judy to Lindbergh and Ben Hogan, men who overcame great odds to reach their famous destinies. He compares her to soldiers and statesmen, those are the heroes who make the blood race. Okaaayyy. I don't see it but again, to each their own.
The book did have one effect on me...I will happily stick to aspirin, thank you very much.
Book Season = Winter (wings of madness)