Darwin Porter has given us another gift: The biggest, juiciest, hottest icon of 20th-century icon, Marilyn Monroe. In Marilyn at Rainbow’s End: Sex Lies, Murder and the Great Cover-Up (Blood Moon Productions) Porter brings his talent for linking the obvious to the obscure, his memory for the most microscopic detail to the most comprehensible headline. And, in choosing Monroe, Porter has chosen a greater than life contemporary figure who touched every one of us, some more intimately than others. As always, the genius is in the detail. And Porter has all of them. Porter’s honesty could rip the skin off of any figure, and give the reader the reality of all he writes about. Lust and fear---with a little greed and a touch of egotism—motors this work. Marilyn’s climb—step by step, bed by bed (until she reaches the White House, Nikita Khrushchev and the heads of the Mafia)—is laid out in all its fantastic particulars. To be sure, there are other power mad fiends along the way, such as Sinatra, most of the Kennedy clan, Albert Einstein (!), sundry mobsters and monsters and politicians and pundits, all whom Marilyn used on her way up the ladder. Unfortunately, when you reach the tipity top of the ladder, the next step is down. And self-destruction. The more power you have, the more enemies you create; the more you know, the greater the danger. And Marilyn accumulated more power and knowledge than anyone else. That she would be murdered is obvious; the shock and surprise comes in how many people wanted her dead for so many reasons. Success in America comes with an awful price, and there really is such a thing as being too smart. Anyone who has ever believed the suicide theory must also believe in the Easter Bunny and Santa. The four-hour clean up after the body, not quite but pretty much dead, was discovered was clumsier than the Harlow clean up, with witnesses appearing and disappearing, stories changing and entire locations re-dressed for the occasion. At times, the cast of characters rivals any assembled by DeMille, with everyone from Peter Lawford to Robert Kennedy to a myriad of police officials. At other times, it was a very lonely place. It all depends on who you believe. With scrupulous research, Porter pretty much sums up the underside of American entertainment, political and criminal activities in middle of the twentieth-century. He does not paint a pretty sight, but Porter does present, with scathing honesty, the Monroe death lies and cover-ups, stopping just short of JFK and RFK. And for those who still believe that lone gunmen were responsible for the deaths of the Kennedy Brothers, is that the sound of sleigh bells on the roof?
Porter is fearless, honest and a great read. He minces no words. He wouldn't suggest that a certain star was caught in flagrante delecto with an unnamed canine; he would simply state that that star was seen being screwed by a dog. Zing! Right to the point. If the truth makes you wince and honesty offends your sensibility, stay away.
It’s been said that Darwin Porter deals in muck because he can’t libel the dead. Well, it’s about time someone started telling the truth about the dead and being honest about just what happened to get us in the mess in which we’re in. If libel is lying, then Porter is so completely innocent as to deserve an award. In all of his works he speaks only to the truth, and although he is a hard teacher and task master, he’s one we ignore at our peril. To quote Gore Vidal, power is not a toy we give to someone for being good. If we all don’t begin to investigate where power and money really are in the here and now, we deserve what we get. Yes, Porter names names. The reader will come away from the book knowing just who killed Monroe. Porter rather brilliantly points to a number of motives, but leaves it to the reader to surmise exactly what happened at the rainbow’s end, just why Marilyn was killed. And, of course, why we should be careful of getting exactly what we want. It’s a very long tumble from the top. --Alan W. Petrucelli, THE ENTERTAINMENT REPORT, www.examiner.com, May, 13, 2012
From the Back Cover
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 dangerous men who presided over the economic and military mechanisms of the Free World 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 mass vindication. Her revelations at an imminent press conference could have toppled political dynasties and destroyed criminal empires. Marilyn had to be stopped. This investigative book treats the reader like a member of the 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--the object of the desire of literally thousands of men--was wheeled in for voyeuristic doctors to examine and dissect, a legend was already being born.
As much as I like Mr. Porter's books, you really can't take them as 'gospel.'
In this book, James Dean tells Marilyn (at Fire Island, no less) that while filming Giant with Elizabeth Taylor & Rock Hudson, he took a leak in front of 200 townspeople. Duh! James Dean DIED only days after filming Giant! How on earth could he be talking to Marilyn Monroe about it?! This is just one of numerous errors in the book. Such as the quote, "Jack will never leave Ethel." Did anyone proof read this before it was published?
As with all of his other 'biographies' of famous actors and celebrities, everyone sleeps with everyone else. Male, female, doesn't matter. Names are dropped on each page and they are quoted so precisely that Mr. Porter had to be a fly on the wall! Every person quoted in this book is dead. There is no one written about in this 'novel' to sue because they are gone!
You come away from reading this very long book (all his books are hundreds of pages) with the knowledge that Milton Berle was not the only 'star' with a super big bat. Not that it matters 'cause they died years ago! He needs to write a book about current actors who are well-endowed so some lucky gal (or guy) can find out for themselves if the information is correct. He can't. He'll be sued.
I give it 4 Stars because it IS entertaining. A perfect Summer beach or long weekend read. It's Memorial Day Weekend and between cookouts I am cramming in a few chapters.
The 'usual suspects' of much-quoted actors and actresses line the pages. Quotes from the 50s that didn't come into being until the 70s like, "You mean he made you an offer you couldn't refuse?" She died 10 years before this was written by Mario Puzo. But it's in the book. There are many, many mistakes.Read more ›
I felt as though I was reading an X-rated novel. Such garbage. Really...conversations between dead people that can't be verified. It left me with a bad taste in my mouth about Marilyn and the trash talk. She's certainly not available to defend herself. I couldn't bring myself to read the book in it's entirety. There were certain areas that were interesting, but the author used such foul language in reference to her sexual life, conversations and descriptions about her, that it left me cold. Everyone was either gay, a sexual pervert, etc. I threw the book in the garbage. Wouldn't think of passing it on. Shame!!! Any fan of Marilyn should be outraged!
Darwin Porter has written an expose' with all the juicy tidbits and shocking revelations about the icon Marilyn Monroe. We're introduced to her private life as well as her public image. Her private life was a mess with sexual encounters with many famous and not so famous men and women. Her public image as an orphan and rags to riches life was protected and facts not made public by an adoring press for years. She was obsessed with President John F. Kennedy and his brothers Bobby and Teddy and met with them at different places throughout the 60's until her untimely and questionable death. She kept a diary (that has disappeared) and confided in a few friends of all her sexual escapades. She was beautiful and sexy and others imitated her.She knew how to use her sexuality to further her career and to ease her loneliness. She loved baseball's Joe DiMaggio who beat her at times. She married playwright Arthur Miller who she thought would be her savior. She loved Frank Sinatra and carried on an affair for years with him. He almost married her but claimed she had poor hygiene that turned him off. The book is chock full of information that is highly negative about her. And also the author writes about the cover-up of her death as being murder.She lives on in our memories and in her films and even in death she is irreplaceable.
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If people read this book and believe the verbatim conversations that Mr Porter uses to embellish this book then they are idiots. Unless Mr Porter was in all the rooms with these stars/presidents/gangster how would he know what was said and the language that was used....either he is embellishing to made a tawdry tale more tawdry or Fred Otash must have been awfully busy with all his wiretaps...and as far as I am aware most of Mr Otash's tapes were destroyed.The must ridiculous is the supposed conversation between Marilyn Monroe and James Dean....Dean would hardly have registered on Monroe's conciousness before he was killed in his car crash and to quote a conversation that fills four pages or so where they compare the sex they have had with other stars and their equipment is ludicrous and obviously made up. He does no favor to all these celebrities he states he admires.He makes them all out to be whores be the male or female....This book leaves a bad taste in the mouth..more fiction than fact
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Darwin Porter seems to make a habit of writing about dead celebrities. Why? Because they can't answer back. This book should be burned. It stinks like rotting flesh. The conversations are nonsensical and quite frankly slanderous. He puts words into the mouth of the dead star that are an insult to her memory. This is not the first time he has made spurious claims about celebrities - all dead of course. Why he hasn't been sued, I'll never know. He seems to believe that every male star in Hollywood was a closet homosexual. His fantasy, not the truth. I hated every word of this trashy pot-boiler and not just because he steals his info from other books, but because it's SO badly written. Don't believe anything he says - he's a liar.
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