by Sam Kashner\Vanity Fair
“Do you want to see this letter? Trust me, you’re going to die.”
He handed Anderson another letter, covering the signature. And then he revealed it: three-quarters of an inch high, it read, “All my love, T. S. Eliot.”
Anderson stared at it for a few seconds, until that letter, too, was pulled from his hand. “I was numb. T. S. Eliot was writing letters to Marilyn Monroe?”
According to Anderson, Conroy told him, “Not just letters. Love letters.”
The full list of letters from T.S. Eliot, and others can be read here.
1 comment:
Augh. I'm obsessed with reading these letters and the link doesn't work. I was at Burke Williams recently reading the Vanity Fair Article spilling about T.S. Eliot. How fascinating. I really want to see those letters, they might change my life. Thanks for your post.
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