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Loaded with scandals from the golden age of deliciously indecorous hotties, this is a new, enlarged, and improved edition of the gossipy, blockbusting classic, Hollywood Babylon, It's Back.

Media gurus Darwin Porter and Danforth Prince are the owners and innkeepers of a wise and venerable Grande Dame, Magnolia House. Built in the 1830s and enlarged during America's Civil War, it's a NYC landmark in which at least fifty titles within the world-famous Frommer Travel Guides, and all of the show biz biographies of America's feistiest pop-culture publisher, Blood Moon Productions, were conceived, researched, and written.This is the first in Blood Moon's "Magnolia House Series," chatty, ironic, and irreverent memoirs in which the authors (as filtered through the historic monument that sheltered them) review the icons and divas they encountered during their course of their work in travel and show-biz publishing. It's an overview of the seismic ironies associated with celebrity, fame and circumstance.This is an "only in America" story, a sophisticated, witty overview direct from the high-octane peak of "The American Century." Loaded with gossip, some of it extracted from Blood Moon's award-winning backlist of celebrity biographies, it's about the famous or notorious players, some of them tragic, whose "talents to amuse" helped make America Great.

In the 1980s, Michael Jackson was the most controversial figure in the world, generating fame that was greater in some places than that associated with Jesus Christ. This is the comprehensive biography about the King of Pop, and includes various revelations about the Wizard of Odd.

From 1951 through 1956, I Love Lucy was the most-watched show in television. Its launch was as rocky as the marriage of the real-life show-biz pros who crafted it. After their divorce in 1960, Lucille Ball appraised Desi Arnaz, her former husband: "He's like Jekyll and Hyde. He drinks and gambles, he's awash in broads and booze, and that gay actor, Cesar Romero, is his devoted slave. Love?" she asked. "I was always falling in love with the wrong man. Including Desi." Arnaz summed up his marriage to Lucille: "We were anything but Lucy and Ricky Ricardo. They had nothing to do with us. We dreamed of success, fame, and fortune. And guess what? It all led to hell." Their early struggles were epic. As a girl, Lucy at times was literally chained to her backyard in Jamestown, New York. As a teenager, she broke away and earned a reputation as "The Jamestown Hussy," riding around with Johnny DaVita, a local hoodlum. Later, she broke into show business, hustling "sugar daddies" and stage-door Johnnies who gave her money and gifts. When she was desperate, she worked as a nude model. In the 1930s, she migrated to Hollywood and made films for RKO. Desi, however, was born to wealth and privilege in Cuba. At the age of twelve, as an incentive to helping him lose his virginity, he was escorted to a local bordello by his father. Having lost most of their assets in the Cuban Revolution, his family fled. In Miami, Desi got a job as a janitor cleaning out canary cages. Later, in Manhattan, he accepted whatever gigs he could get. He became the "kept boy" of the gay composer Lorenz Hart, sustaining an affair with superstar Ginger Rogers on the side. That included the task of escorting her into Canada for an abortion. He was eventually hired by bandleader Xavier Cugat to "beat hell out of those Afro-Cuban drums." After drifting to Hollywood, he spotted Lucy on a sound stage "dressed like a two-dollar whore who had been badly beaten by her pimp." [That was, indeed, the character she developed for her role in Dance Girl Dance (1940). During its filming, she "more or less politely" resisted the lesbian advances of her director, Dorothy Arzner. Desi succeeded where Arzner failed, marrying Lucy that same year.] Characterized by violent fights and long separations, their stormy marriage staggered along for two traumatic decades. Desi's obsession with sex became legendary. He seduced every prostitute in Polly Adler's infamous NYC whorehouse. In Hollywood, Lana Turner and Betty Grable came and went from his life, along with countless showgirls and hometown gals attending his on-the-road band shows. Meanwhile, Lucy waited for his return, occupying her nights with the son (Elliott Roosevelt) of the U.S. president; actor/mobster George ("Black Snake") Raft; and George Sanders, Zsa Zsa Gabor's suicidal husband. Coming and going from her boudoir were-among many others-William Holden, Milton Berle, Henry Fonda, Orson Welles, and Robert Mitchum. By the early 1950s, the careers of both Lucy and Desi had run out of gas. TV executives objected to his Cuban accent. But I Love Lucy was launched nevertheless and shot up in the ratings, morphing into the most successful sitcom in TV history. "With gold arriving in wheelbarrows" (Desi's words), Lucy and Desi bought RKO Studios and launched Desilu Productions. It became the largest motion picture and television studio in the world. This first-of-a-kind biography of TV's wackiest and most eccentric couple is generously stuffed with ironic facts and blunt assessments from their frenemies. It radically changes the premises of the American Dream that helped fuel its success.

Set in the months that preceded the murder of megastar Marilyn Monroe. this investigative report challenges the myths and assumptions that have, for decades, been repeated repetitively and inconclusively within the canon of half-truths widely circulated about her career and death.In it, celebrity biographer Darwin Porter has compiled, with commentary, an intriguing roundup of the conspiracies and dark secrets behind Hollywood''s most notorious mystery: WHO KILLED MARILYN? It examines the mass hysteria that followed in the wake of her assassination. No death in the 20th century, other than that of JFK himself, ever sparked more cover-ups, lies, criminal thefts of vital data (including body parts) bribes, perjury, myths, incompetent investigating, distorted medical records, unauthorized leaks, outrageous rumors, and a blitzkrieg of bizarre books with theories that obscured more than they revealed. Like the Sirens of Greek mythology, Marilyn was an irresistible temptress who captivated powerful men. On her road to ruin, the once-vulnerable waif had mutated into a temperamental vixen, seducing and then provoking players who presided over the economic and military mechanisms of the Free Word and the innermost sanctums of organized crime. Filled with rage, hysteria, and depression, "and fed up with Jack''s lies, Bobby''s lies," she sought revenge and public vindication. Her revelations at an imminent press conference could have toppled political dynasties and destroyed criminal empires. Marilyn had to be stopped. Its sometimes disturbing arguments treat the reader like a member of a jury, laying out evidence, stripping it of its links to the self-interest of whoever gave it, and separating what really happened from thousands of distorted and misleading testimonies. The rendering of history''s final verdict was, until now, crippled because of eyewitnesses who radically changed their testimonies as many as three times as the years drifted by. Into this steamy cauldron of deceit, Marilyn herself emerges as a most unreliable witness during the weeks leading up to her murder. Her own deceptions, vanities, and self-delusion poured toxic accelerants on an already raging fire. In the aftermath of the shattering events of August 5, 1962, as Marilyn''s nude body--an object of desire for literally thousands of men--was wheeled in for voyeuristic doctors to examine and dissect, a legend was already being born. This book from Darwin Porter will change, forever, how the world interprets the death and legacy of the most famous actress to ever emerge out of Hollywood and "The American Century."

A self-defined "seductress of beautiful women" and the by-product of an immense fortune, lesbian activist Mercedes de Acosta (born in 1892) was descended from Spain''s Dukes of Alba and a beneficiary of the best education and best social skills that her parents'' Gilded Age fortune could buy. From her perch within the aristocracy of the Belle ├ëpoque, and continuing as an arts-industry "swinger" until her death in 1968, she  became notorious for seducing-and describing to socialites on both sides of the Atlantic-at least a dozen women who fast-evolved into the most widely publicized and romantically "unattainable" celebrities in the world. During her heyday-the sexually permissive "Pre-Code" free-for-all of the Silent Screen and Hollywood''s early talkies-her lovers included the self-enchanted silent screen mogul, Nazimova; the "live fast and die young" tragedienne Jeanne Eagels; the blue-blooded aristocrat of the Jazz Age Broadway stage, Katharine Cornell; the most famous film goddess of the 30s and early 40s (Greta Garbo); and at least a dozen others. Within the deeply entrenched, phobically closeted lesbian circles of America''s mid-century, Mercedes become quirkily famous as "Hollywood''s Greatest Lover."         One of her paramours, the German-born bisexual Marlene Dietrich, put Mercedes'' promiscuous indiscretions into context: "During Germany''s Weimar Republic (1919-1933), in Paris, London, Berlin, and in the dives and cabarets of Hollywood and New York,  promiscuity was rampant and without any particular preference for any specific gender."     In 1960, Mercedes published a "watered down" memoir (Here Lies the Heart) that instantly became notorious. In it, she "outed" many of her same-sex partners. A few years later-aging, crippled, blind in one eye, and desperately in need of money, she sold, for publication, some of the love letters addressed to her decades ago from, among others, Greta Garbo. And near the end of her life, within his home (historic Magnolia House on Staten Island), she was frank, unvarnished, and unapologetic during extensive interviews with film historian Darwin Porter, the co-author of this book.      Suspecting that one day he might pass on some of the secrets she revealed, she cautioned him, "Don''t be vulgar, dear, and promise me that you won''t publish anything while my friends are still alive."     Porter honored her request by waiting until 2020 to release this astonishing insight into the underground lesbian contexts of the stage, screen, and publishing scenes of the first half of "The American Century."   No other book has ever interconnected so many dots. No one, until now, has ever had the courage.  

Built in stages between 1830 and 1875, Magnolia House is a historic landmark on Staten Island, the least-visited Outer Borough of New York City. Set within a 10-minute walk from the (free) Staten Island ferry that accesses Manhattan, it's the headquarters of the widely distributed independent press, BLOOD MOON PRODUCTIONS, a feisty wordsmith noted for celebrity biographies that have been reviewed in THE DAILY MAIL, the New York DAILY NEWS, show-biz news reports, and literary journals across the country.Some visitors liken Magnolia House to a grande dame with a centuries-old knack for nourishing high-functioning eccentrics. Many of them have lived or been entertained here since New Yorks State Senator Howard Bayne, a transplanted Southerner, moved in with his wife, the daughter of the Surgeon General of the Confederate States of America, in the aftermath of that bloodiest of wars on North American soil, the War Between the American States.Since then, many dozens of celebritiessome of them notorioushave whispered their secrets and rehearsed their ambitions within its walls. Theyve included movie vamps from the silent screen, MIDNIGHT COWBOYS, dancers from the dance, BUTTERFLIES IN HEAT, a heavyweight boxing champ, writers from every hue, faded film goddesses, playwrights who crafted blockbusters for both Marilyn (Monroe) and Elizabeth (Taylor), ultra-avant-garde diarists, every known variety of prima donna and diva, including some from the world of opera, and a world-class Olympic athlete.Theyve also included Darwin Porter and Danforth Prince, who spent decades here renovating it and producing a stream of FROMMERTRAVELGUIDES and award-winning celebrity biographies.This book illuminates Magnolia House's contribution to the American Century, when dozens of individual movers and shakerssome of them sane and emotionally stable, others notvisited Magnolia House.This book reveals what they did and what they revealed.

For millions of fans, Judy Garland will forever remain a relentlessly cheerful adolescent (Dorothy) skipping along a yellow brick road toward the other side of the rainbow. Liza followed her down that hallucinogenic path, searching for the childhood, the security, and the love that eluded her. Ferociously loyal but fiercely competitive, they live, laugh, and weep again in the tear-soaked pages of this remarkable biography from the entertainment industry's most prolific archivists, Darwin Porter and Danforth Prince.

In the 1970s and `80s, Burt Reynolds represented a new breed of movie star: Charming and relentlessly macho, he was a good ol' Southern boy who made hearts throb and audiences laugh. He was Burt Reynolds, a football hero and a guy you might have shared some jokes with in a redneck bar. After an impressive but tormented career, rivers of negative publicity, a self-admitted history of bad choices, and a spectacular fall from Hollywood grace, he died in Jupiter, Florida, at the age of 82 in September of 2018. Once, he posed nude for a woman's magazine. Even though, by his admission, it ultimately hurt his career, fan mail from horny females poured in from across the nation. For five years, both in terms of earnings and popularity, he was the number one box office star in the world. Smokey and the Bandit (1977) became the biggest-grossing car-chase film of all time. As he put it, perhaps as a means of bolstering his image, ¿I like nothing better than making love to some of the most beautiful women in the world.¿ He was referring to his sexual involvements with Catherine Deneuve, Farrah Fawcett, Dolly Parton, Cybill Shepherd, Tammy Wynette, Lucie Arnaz, Kim Basinger, Candice Bergen, Lauren Hutton, Lorna Luft, Sarah Miles, Angie Dickinson, Elizabeth Taylor, or Marilyn Monroe, whom he once picked up on his way to the Actors Studio in New York City. He also hung out with Bette Davis. (¿I always had a thing for her.") Love with another VIP came in the form of that ¿Sweetheart of the G.I.s,¿ Dinah Shore. Their May-September affair sparked endless chatter. ¿I appreciate older women,¿ he once said in a moment of self-revelation. He entered another much-publicized romance with actress Sally Field, the ¿second love of my life.¿ After his death, The Flying Nun said, ¿Burt still lives in my heart,¿ but then expressed relief that, because of his recent death, he'd never read what she'd said about him in her memoir. Men liked him too: He played poker with Frank Sinatra; shared boozy nights with John Wayne; intercepted a ¿pass¿ from closeted Spencer Tracy; talked ¿penis size¿ with Mark Wahlberg; went ¿wench-hunting¿ with Johnny Carson; and threatened to kill Marlon Brando, to whom his appearance was often compared. His least happy (some said ¿most poisonous¿) marriage¿to Loni Anderson¿was rife with dramas played out more in the tabloids than in the boudoir. According to Reynolds, ¿She's vain, she's a rotten mother, she sleeps around, and she spent all my money.¿ This biography¿the first comprehensive overview of the ¿redneck icon¿ ever published¿reveals the joys and sorrows of a movie star who thrived in, but who was then almost buried by the pressures and insecurities of the New Hollywood. A tribute to ¿truck stop¿ America, it's about the accelerated life of a courageous spirit who ¿Put His Pedal to the Metal¿ with humor, high jinx, and pizzazz. He predicted his own death: ¿Soon, I'll be racing a hotrod in Valhalla in my cowboy hat and a pair of aviators.¿ On his tombstone, he wanted it writ: ¿He was not the best actor in the world, but he was the best Burt Reynolds in the world.¿ Publicity from tabloids and mainstream media will accompany the release of this book, along with radio interviews targeted to Nashville and other country-western markets and videotaped book trailers illustrating the ironies of his rags-to-riches-to-rags saga.

Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher were the greatest mother-daughter act in show business.Born in a shanty in El Paso, Texas, Debbie, a Texas tomboy, endured a life of poverty¿jackrabbit every night for dinner¿until she moved to California.Blossoming into a young beauty, she won the title of Miss Burbank, which led to a movie contract. Stardom came relatively quickly when she was cast as the minty fresh ingénue in Singin' in the Rain (1952), hailed as the greatest Hollywood musical of all time. Frank Sinatra stole her virginity, but she married pop singer Eddie Fisher for the ¿official deflowering¿ (her words). ¿Debbie and Eddie,¿ the darling of fan magazines, reigned as ¿America's Sweethearts.¿The fairytale ended when his best friend, producer Mike Todd, died in a plane crash. Fisher rushed to the side of his widow, the violet-eyed screen vamp, Elizabeth Taylor. He descended from Maggie the Cat's Hot Tin Roof into her boudoir. His divorce from Debbie and his subsequent marriage to her best friend provided fodder for the scandal magazines until the day Elizabeth provoked another scandal, divorcing him to marry Richard Burton. Through storm and rain, Debbie battled on, hitting a high point when she starred as Tammy in 1957, cast as the granddaughter of a Louisiana moonshiner, spouting pithy wisdom. ¿I'll be singing my hit song on stage for the rest of my years.¿Her most memorable role was in 1964, when she was cast in the rags-to riches saga of The Unsinkable Molly Brown. (She even survived the sinking of the Titanic.) The role brought her an Oscar nomination. Each of her three marriages was a disaster, the second one to a millionaire shoe manufacturing mogul who bankrupted both of them. Impoverished after the divorce, she ended up sleeping in her car. Debbie mingled with the élite of Hollywood in the dying days of its Golden Age. Luminaries included Clark Gable (¿if I were only twenty years younger¿.); Judy Garland (who propositioned her); Lana Turner; Bette Davis (¿she was my daughter¿); Katharine Hepburn; Spencer Tracy; Lucille Ball; and Glenn Ford, who fell in love with her. Mass murderer Charles Manson sent her love letters; Liberace wanted her to enter into a ¿lavender marriage¿ with him, and James Dean ¿forced himself onto me¿ when she was up for the role of his girlfriend in Rebel Without a Cause.¿I turned down Warren Beatty,¿ Debbie claimed, ¿and didn't even go for the handsome Gary Cooper, although he told me women called him `The Montana Mule.' Bob Hope, a compulsive womanizer, also had to look elsewhere.¿A rebellious daughter, Carrie grew up to endure a life of living hell¿pill popping, drug abuse, chronic anxiety, failed love affairs, bipolar disorder, and electroshock therapy. Carrie sometimes protested: ¿I don't want to be the daughter of Debbie Reynolds. I battled demons that set my brain on fire.¿International celebrity came in 1977, when she played Princess Leia in Star Wars as an elaborately coiffed intergalactic princess, spearheading ¿The Force,¿ and strong enough to oppose the villainy of Darth Vader. She became the fantasy of teenage boys and sci-fi freaks.A love affair with the married Harrison Ford faded into a marriage to singer Paul Simon as they crossed a Bridge Over Troubled Waters. A final marriage to a Hollywood agent ended when he decided he needed not a wife, but a husband for himself. The princess turned writer in a series of autobiographical books praised for their lacerating insights into human frailty and awash with bubble and bounce, sprinkled with bons mots, an adroit verbal acrobat with words. The New York Times defined her as ¿one of the rare inhabitants of La-La Land who can actually write.¿In Carrie's writings, Debbie often didn't come out too well, depicted as a ¿casually narcissistic gorgon ill-suited for the real world.¿ As her star dimmed, cooled, and faded, mother took to the bottle.Until the end, Debbie was resilient, a singing, dancing, sensation of massive talent, a button-nosed, boop-boopie-doo girl for six decades. She never lost her ¿Debbie-ness,¿ strutting her stuff, emoting like a storm¿everything sprinkled with the stardust of yesterday. What was her secret of perpetual youth? Carrie knew: ¿She drank bat's blood for breakfast and smeared bug brains on her skin.¿Reconciled after years of separation, Carrie and Debbie came together at the end, not able to live apart. They couldn't even die without each other. Their fans like to think they're doing fine today in some galaxy far, far away.

After Betty Grable, but before there was Marilyn, America's penchant for popcorn blondes focused on LANA, the "ultimate movie star." She had it all: Looks to die for, money to burn, the romantic adulation of the world, and lovers who included the world's most desirable men. In her 1937 film,They Won't Forget,a 16-year-old Lana, without wearing a brassière, walked down the street with her boobs bouncing. Censors protested, but when it was shown, America cheered and nicknamed her ¿The Sweater Girl.¿ From there, Lana competed with Betty Grable and Rita Hayworth as the pre-eminent pinup girl (¿so many men, so little time¿) of World War II. Horny GIs referred to her as ¿the Girl We'd Like to Find in Every Port.¿ From the start, her private life was marked with scandal: She aborted Mickey Rooney's baby; seduced a young John F. Kennedy; and fell for Frank Sinatra, who later caught her in bed with another love goddess, Ava Gardner. In the early 1940s, after a nationwide campaign promoting the sale of War Bonds, Carole Lombard frantically boarded a small plane headed back to Hollywood, suffering a fiery death when it crashed within 13 minutes of takeoff. The risk she took during that thunderstorm was motivated, it was said, by her obsession with rescuing her husband, Clark Gable, from the amorous clutches of Lana Turner. Tyrone Power¿tall, dark, photogenic, and famous¿eventually evolved into the greatest love of her life until the Aviator, Howard Hughes, arguably the most psychotic billionaire in the history of Hollywood, flew in to seduce both of them. Lana (aka¿The Ziegfeld Girl¿) didn't hearThe Postman Always Rings Twicebecause she was in bed with John Garfield. Later, in search of love, she spent aWeekend at the Waldorfbefore moving toGreen Dolphin Streetand later to the notoriousPeyton Place,she found it during an experiment with an Imitation of Life. Gable took her to aHonky Tonkand vowed, ¿Somewhere I'll Find You,¿ before theirHomecomingreunion. With Ray Milland, she foundA Life of Her Ownbefore dancing toThe Merry Widowwaltz with sexy Fernando Lamas. Many notoriously hot men¿many of them her filmmaking co-stars¿lay in her future: Richard Burton, Sean Connery, and Errol ¿in like Flynn.¿ Samson (Victor Mature) was said to be ¿Lana's Biggest Thrill.¿ Lana rescued Peter Lawford from Elizabeth Taylor; Ricky Ricardo from Lucy; and, when not singingamorewith Dean Martin, Kirk Douglas learned that she wasBad and Beautifulboth on and off the screen. "The bombshell" once said, ¿I wanted one husband and seven babies, but I got the reverse¿seven husbands and an only child!¿ She married Tarzan(Lex Barker) after his designation as ¿The Sexiest Man in the World,¿ but the union ended when she caught him seducing her teenaged daughter. Opinions about Lana were as varied as her changing looks. ¿She was amoral,¿ said MGM's CEO, Louis B. Mayer. Robert Taylor commented: ¿She was the type of woman a guy would risk five years in jail for rape.¿ Gloria Swanson sniffed, ¿She wasn't even an actress¿only a trollop.¿ And Ronald Reagan--a man who later became U.S. president--asked, ¿In what cathouse did she learn those tricks?¿ And then there was that embarrassing murder: Did Lana fatally stab her gangster lover, Johnny Stompanato, known for his links to the Mob? Or was the heinous act committed by her daughter, a traumatized teenager who, after time in reform school, officially outed herself as a lesbian? How did these whirlwinds of scandal affect the gal who had it all? According to Lana, ¿I'd like to think that in some small way, I've helped to preserve the glamour and beauty and mystery of the movie industry.¿Never before has there been, until now, a definitive, uncensored, and comprehensive biography of "the Ultimate Movie Star," LANA TURNER. Until now.

America's most enduring and legendary symbol of young rebellion, James Dean continues into the 21st Century to capture the imagination of the world. In recognition of his enduring appeal as Hollywood's most visible symbol of unrequited male rage, bars from California to Nigeria and Patagonia are named in his honor.Dean, a strikingly handsome heart-throb, is a study in contrasts: Tough but tender; brutal at times but remarkably sensitive; a reckless hellraiser badass who could revert to a little boy in bed. From his climb from the dusty backroads of Indiana to the most formidable boudoirs of Hollywood, his saga is electrifying. He claimed that sexually, he didn't want to go through life with one hand tied behind his back. He corroborated his identity as a rampant bisexual through sexual interludes with Marilyn Monroe, Rock Hudson, Elizabeth Taylor, Paul Newman, Natalie Wood, Shelley Winters, Marlon Brando, Steve McQueen, Ursula Andress, Montgomery Clift, Pier Angeli, Tennessee Williams, Susan Strasberg, and (are you sitting down?) both Tallulah Bankhead and (as a male prostitute) FBI director J. Edgar Hoover. Woolworth heiress Barbara Hutton wanted to make him her toy boy. Tomorrow Never Comes, the newest in Blood Moon's critically acclaimed Babylon Series, is the most penetrating look at James Dean to have emerged from the wreckage of his Porsche Spyder in 1955. He flirted with Death until it caught him. Ironically, he said, "If a man can live after he dies, then maybe he's a great man."Before setting out on his last ride, he also said, "I feel life too intensely to bear living it."Tomorrow Never Comes is published in recognition of the 60th anniversary of his early death. It presents a damaged but beautiful soul, and the embarrassing and sometimes lurid compromises James Dean made on his road to "success" before his demons grabbed him.

On the campus of Yale University, in 1970, an "odd couple," Hillary Rodham and Bill ("Bubba") Clinton, came together at a Mark Rothko exhibit at the Yale Art Museum. Before the end of that rainy afternoon, they had formed an unbreakable bond forged while they rested on the seat of a Henry Moore sculpture. They were from completely different worlds¿he, a populist from a poverty-stricken background in Arkansas; she, a former "Goldwater Girl" and conservative Republican gradually moving into the liberal camp. As he sat beside her, holding her hand, she gazed into the eyes of this 210-pound, orange-bearded "Viking," tall and scruffy looking, with an Elvis drawl. He¿d later jokingly claim, "I identified with Elvis since both of us had hillbilly peckers."Freshly emerged from Wellesley College, with its "coven of lesbians," she was a budding feminist¿pimply faced, wearing no makeup but with Mr. Magoo eyeglasses, and walking around on chubby legs. He had all the pretty women he wanted. What he was looking for was a woman with a "sense of strength and self-possession¿all in all, that afternoon, I knew I¿d found my Evita."He confided to her that since the age of seven, he had only one abiding ambition¿and that was to be the President of the United States. He promised her, "If elected, I will pave the way for you to become the first woman president. You can follow after my administration." He held out the prospect of making her the most powerful woman on the planet. As she recalled, "I was giddy with emotion."It took a while, but he finally lured her to Arkansas, which she interpreted as "on the other side of the moon."Crossing the welcome mat at his Scully Street house, she came face to face with her future mother-in-law, Virginia Cassidy Blyth, Clinton, Dwire, Kelley. She stood in the kitchen in her stiletto heels evocative of a drag revue, wearing garish lipstick¿"the brighter the better"¿and a tight "Dinah Dors" sweater. As Virginia recalled, "It was an immovable object colliding with an irresistible force. I extended my hand to this Chicago carpetbagger with coke bottle glasses.""I¿m going to marry this gal," Bubba announced. "She¿s going to become the First Lady of Arkansas."In the days ahead, Hillary was introduced to other members of this "white trash family" known for its divorces, violence, alcoholism, drug addiction, adultery, and promiscuity. He told her, "I¿m a bastard. My father, William Jefferson Blythe, III, had not divorced his wife when he married mama. I took the last name of another husband, Roger Clinton."Before the end of the first day of her inaugural meeting with Hillary, Virginia warned her, "Put a lock on your lingerie. Otherwise, you¿ll find Bill dressing up in your finery after midnight."Their trail to the White House began in Arkansas, with Hillary helping direct her sex-crazed Bubba into the governor¿s seat. "With my back-up, he pursued his dream while I was also chasing a dream of my own. Women can dream harder than any man¿in fact, being what they are, I don¿t understand why women don¿t turn lesbian."Through the tides of the wars to come, both Hillary and Bill learned that love was a creature of many faces, with ever-changing rules and compromises on the road to their horizon. Often threatening divorce, she remained at his side, interpreting his affairs as minor annoyances. On their stormy seas, they sailed through triumph and tragedy, setbacks and comebacks, the good years and the bad ones, bimbo eruptions, serial infidelities, near bankruptcy with crippling legal bills, impeachment, the stockpiling of post-Presidential millions, and surviving vitriolic scorn that rivaled that of Dr. Goebbels against the Jews. They faced maddening failures and stunning achievements, their love and loyalty enduring through hurricane winds. She was at his side as the sex-crazed Arkansas Bubba became the notorious "Slick Willie," eventually morphing into "The 21st Century's Greatest Living Elder Statesman."Hillary herself began her own road to the White House (actually, she had already been there for eight years as First Lady), with stints as a Senator from New York, a failed presidential candidate, and a globe-trotting Secretary of State. She also became one of the country¿s leading Democratic visionaries, admired by millions. Of course, that provoked Apocalyptic attacks from her enemies, Senator Mitch McConnell, Senior Republican Senator from Kentucky, trumpeting, "If given power in 2016, she¿ll lead us to the Gates of Hell."One night on Marthäs Vineyard, Hillary had a candid talk with a former First Lady, Jackie Kennedy Onassis. "Bill is a charismatic politician, but also deeply flawed. He has such charm you can always forgive him.""I know of such men," Jackie said, no doubt recalling her own years with another charismatic president."You had Marilyn Monroe to compete with. I have a lesser light¿Sharon Stone. Bill was hopelessly gone when she crossed her legs in Basic Instinct.¿"***Hundreds of tantalizing anecdotes fill this book from a writing team already famous for its exposés of both the Kennedys and the Reagans.As Hillary stares into her uncertain future, she claims, "Before the arrival of the Grim Reaper, Bill and I will change history¿for the better, of course."So This Is That Thing Called Love is not a treatise about politics. It¿s a love story probing the boundaries of a relationship between two people who are committed to each other despite the vagaries of life, come what may. What a ride it¿s already been, with more "Second Coming Headlines" looming in the years ahead. There will definitely be a second act for this pair. As a critic who despises Hillary, but only in private, First Lady Michelle Obama said, "Hillary¿s story won¿t be over until the Fat Lady sings."

Presents the biography of Michael Jackson with a roster of literary reviews that outnumber and outclass any other MJ bio on the market.

Zsa Zsa, Eva, and Magda Gabor transferred their glittery dreams and gold-digging ambitions from the twilight of the Austro-Hungarian Empire to Hollywood. This book demonstrates that wit, charm, ruthlessness, and beauty can indeed go a long way toward the realization of the American Dream.

Born to a vagabond bookie working the U.K's racetracks, the author became the notorious sailor in Her Majesty's Royal Navy, and then worked as a street vendor, a paparazzo, a newsman, and a steeplejack before drifting into the London theatre.