I had to turn in that fucking copy of "The Wolves of The Calla" back to the PCC library because I could never remember to renew it online. Yeah, so I've probably racked up the cost of the book in late fees so back it went. In between the break from when I order a copy and when it arrives, I started "Garbo and Gilbert in Love" which is a fictional love story between? Garbo and Gilbert.
I was a bit over it when I found out that it wasn't a biography of them and the movies they made and the short time when they actually were "in love." Its more of a "what if" and "this is probably what happened" sort of read and I'm okay with it. Some of the things are a bit off on the Garbo side, in my humble opinion but I think the author dude totally nailed Jack Gilbert. I can really see some of that stuff happening with old John.
The more I think about it, I can't help but think what a shame it all was that these two lovelies weren't able to make a love story out of it in real life. Instead it seemed to crash and burn, as it usually does when the whoring, needy drunk actually falls in love but with the Ice Queen who has already has been through so much, her self preservation comes before mushy feelings and anything else. You gotta love these two crazies more than any of this new Hollywood bullshit. Fuck it. Hollywood isn't even Hollywood anymore. Not to me.
How to make it right? You probably couldn't but maybe it would have been better and the love would have had a chance if GG was in Sweden. Jack didn't think of that. You should have taken her back to Stockholm, John and she would have been yours. A little snow, a little native language and some family might have saved Greta and the frozen heart. And in turn, might have saved Jack from that bottle and a young death.
Certainly will be writing more about this...
Saturday, November 21, 2009
new reads
Posted by michelle at 9:08 PM
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