In my blog of last week, September-5, I talked about the Waldorf-Astoria in Beverly Hills. I mentioned that lots of young gals frequented the hotel and I wondered how they could afford it. I asked my sister-in-law (Sandy) whose birthday we were celebrating there. She answered, “Lots of young people are earning $100,000 a year.”
A friend who read my blog had another explanation:
“Hi Evie: Glad you enjoyed the evening at the WA. We have done it several times and prefer the roof for the view and simple cuisine, and dressing at all is not required. Some of the KIDS are almost naked. I discovered where they get the gelt to dine in such opulence. They share up for a night out, and either live at home or have a shared apartment with almost no furniture and mattresses on the floor.”
Do any of you remember the movie, “How to Marry a Millionaire”? It starred Lauren Bacall, Marilyn Monroe, and Betty Grable. The gals rent a luxurious penthouse in New York City from a fellow, Freddie Denmark, who is avoiding the IRS by living in Europe. The gals plan to use the apartment to attract rich men and marry them. When money is tight, one of the gals pawns some of Freddie’s furniture, without his knowledge. To their dismay, as winter approaches, the furnishing continue to be sold off as they have no luck.
The concept was/is so universally popular that two screenplays were based on the plays: The Greeks Had a Word for It by Zoë Akins and Loco by Dale Eunson and Katherine Albert.
The point may be that when shopping for a rich husband, everything starts with real estate: location, location, location.
I am having great success with my letter to meetup/book clubs. Perhaps you would like to read my original letter.
THE CUSTOM OF THE COUNTRY by Edith Wharton is one of those novels I wish I had written.
Here is the description on Amazon:
“Highly acclaimed at its publication in 1913, it is a cutting commentary on America’s nouveaux riches, their upward-yearning aspirations and their eventual downfalls. Through her heroine, the beautiful and ruthless Undine Spragg, a spoiled heiress who looks to her next materialistic triumph as her latest conquest throws himself at her feet, Edith Wharton presents a startling, satiric vision of social behavior in all its greedy glory. As Undine moves from America’s heartland to Manhattan, and then to Paris, Wharton’s critical eye leaves no social class unscathed.”
The ending was a knockout.
There is still another novel I wish I had written: THE GHOST AND MRS. MUIR.
Not having read the book, yet I loved the concept of a woman falling in love with a portrait of a sea captain and being guided by his inspiration to write a swashbuckling sea story. The film fell short of my expectations. Gene Tierney was too ordinarily sweet for the roll. How could Lucy write such a swashbuckling story? How could the captain fall in love with her and give her the strong romantic name of “Lucia” (a name he spoke full of wind and storm and mystery)?
I realized the miscasting of “THE GHOST AND MRS. MUIR” and I cast it myself with Hedy Lamarr (apologies to you readers too young to know this actress). Hedy Lamarr carried a heavy aura of mystery about her that is almost impossible to reproduce in a photo of her.
You will recognize the miscasting of Diane Keaton in the film “The Godfather”.
Help yourself to choosing someone else for the part.