The Performance, Not the Person My Story feels less like encountering Marilyn Monroe the woman and more like watching Marilyn Monroe the performance. The book presents itself as a memoir but never shakes the sense of being unfinished, stylized, and more concerned with image than honesty.Monroe casts herself as a misunderstood intellect, yearning to transcend the “dumb blonde” roles Hollywood pushed on her. Yet the life we know she actually lived—her choices, her career moves, her embrace of stardom—rarely matches […]