I don't remember the specific reason why I reserved Edie Girl On Fire. That doesn't really matter I suppose. Her name probably came up in google searches I did about Andy Warhol. I'm not a big Warhol fan, although some of his pieces really touch me; but I am interested in the way he surrounded himself with beautiful women. But if a reader is searching for facts or serious biography, this is not the book for you.
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First a word about the book itself. It measures almost 91/2" by 12" but is as heavy as a coffee table book twice its size. This makes it very awkward to read in bed. The dust jacket itself is a lethal weapon, brittle, sharp, and capable of inflicting vicious gashes. Many pages use a shiny font printed on black paper. Then these pages are washed in purples or dark blues. The reader may wish to invest in heavy gloves and a flashlight.
The authors quote the same five or six people over and over and they seem to say pretty much the same things over and over. Dull things that are not very enlightening. 'There was something about her. She would be there doing stuff.' We quickly learn that she was wealthy, plagued by her parents, and indulged by almost everyone. Do we see an After School Special developing here? She runs away to New York. Not to "get famous" but rather to be with famous people.
Besides Warhol, Edie mused it up for Bob Dylan for a bit. Is she the girl who inspired "Blond On Blond"? The question is never really answered. The book has jillions of photos and, clearly, Edie was beguiling. The phrase "the camera loved her" could have been coined after viewing her shots. Movie makers, artists, song writers, photographers, clothing designers all did better work with the lovely Miss Sedgwick around. But what did SHE do other than be cute?
The book gives us a couple sketches of dragons and a clay horse sculpture. And that's about it. But I get it. She was the first one who was famous for being famous. Less vapid than Paris. A shorter filmography than Lindsey. Did not sing like Britney. If Edie were alive today her name would probably be smeared all over perfume or shoes like those nothing Kardashian girls. She'd be almost 70 today; who can speculate what she'd be up to. Famous for being famous? Doesn't sound like anything to brag about. Not then. Not now.
Oh. Most of the men in Edie's biological family had peculiar nicknames. "Fuzzy" "Minty" I wonder what that might indicate. This is my favorite picture. In the book it is flipped around the other way.
First a word about the book itself. It measures almost 91/2" by 12" but is as heavy as a coffee table book twice its size. This makes it very awkward to read in bed. The dust jacket itself is a lethal weapon, brittle, sharp, and capable of inflicting vicious gashes. Many pages use a shiny font printed on black paper. Then these pages are washed in purples or dark blues. The reader may wish to invest in heavy gloves and a flashlight.
The authors quote the same five or six people over and over and they seem to say pretty much the same things over and over. Dull things that are not very enlightening. 'There was something about her. She would be there doing stuff.' We quickly learn that she was wealthy, plagued by her parents, and indulged by almost everyone. Do we see an After School Special developing here? She runs away to New York. Not to "get famous" but rather to be with famous people.
Besides Warhol, Edie mused it up for Bob Dylan for a bit. Is she the girl who inspired "Blond On Blond"? The question is never really answered. The book has jillions of photos and, clearly, Edie was beguiling. The phrase "the camera loved her" could have been coined after viewing her shots. Movie makers, artists, song writers, photographers, clothing designers all did better work with the lovely Miss Sedgwick around. But what did SHE do other than be cute?
The book gives us a couple sketches of dragons and a clay horse sculpture. And that's about it. But I get it. She was the first one who was famous for being famous. Less vapid than Paris. A shorter filmography than Lindsey. Did not sing like Britney. If Edie were alive today her name would probably be smeared all over perfume or shoes like those nothing Kardashian girls. She'd be almost 70 today; who can speculate what she'd be up to. Famous for being famous? Doesn't sound like anything to brag about. Not then. Not now.
Oh. Most of the men in Edie's biological family had peculiar nicknames. "Fuzzy" "Minty" I wonder what that might indicate. This is my favorite picture. In the book it is flipped around the other way.
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