Liz Hurley: The Biography

Author: Song Gang, Editor-in-Chief
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Publish Date: 2005-07-01
Features: It is an extremely cruel act to send a child to an orphanage when they begin to understand the world. On September 13, 1935, Marilyn arrived at the Los Angeles Orphanage, with the number 3463. Marilyn became the entirety of Johnny's life. He went to great lengths to help Marilyn, which deeply moved her, but when he brought up the topic of marriage, Marilyn gently replied, "I really like you, Johnny, but I don't love you." The nude photo scandal almost could have landed her in the crosshairs of condemnation or even a career-ending ban, yet it was resolved so easily, making her even more famous and beloved. The truth always remains in the hands of a few. Due to the FBI obscuring some key names and locations before distributing the files, we are still unable to fully unravel the truth behind Marilyn Monroe's death. A poet once wrote the following lines to his beloved: "You are the direction for the next generation of girls, the root of my illness, and the source of my poetry." Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe, Elizabeth Taylor—these four names are all worthy of being celebrated with those lines. However, upon closer examination, they are all distinct. So, let's read this book—different faces, different palm prints, different backstories. The author, with a thoughtful heart, recorded every significant day in their lives, collected poems they wrote themselves, and included songs written about them by others. In the end, their biographies serve as proof of a lucid wish from Eileen Chang's novel: "First, I want a lot of love. If not, it doesn't matter. I want a lot of money. If money isn't available, it doesn't matter. I want health. Even just health is good." The author, with a thoughtful heart, tells the story of each actress from their childhood to the end of their lives—describing their sudden bursts of brilliance and warmth, yet the author always lingers on them—always trying to portray them as perpetually happy. But they were merely once fortunate.