The Private Life of Greta Garbo (1931)

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Record Details:

Title:
The Private Life of Greta Garbo
Date:
1931
Publisher:
New York: Doubleday
Volume:
The Private Life of Greta Garbo
Leaf #:
000161
Language:
English
Collection:
Hollywood Studio System
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Date Added:
May 15, 2025
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lift THE PRIVATE LIFE OF GRETA GARBO probably did smart, and she was restless, and it kept her awake. I told her to put some iodine on it and go to bed.” Gustaf was always reminding Garbo of the bad luck she would have some day because she continually broke the head off a little Chinese statue that stood upon her dresser. “She had Chinese idols standing all about her bedroom. Heads, full-length figures, big ones and little ones. This one on her dresser was one of her favorites. It was a sort of Chinese madonna, with nun-like veils draped over its head. I believe it is called ‘Kuan Yin/ It was made of a marble composition that broke easily. “Garbo would come running into the kitchen with the two pieces in her hands, wailing, ‘Oh, Gustaf, I have broken her again ! Isn’t it terrible? She would stand there while I glued the head back on. “I always knew when the little madonna had had a tumble. There would be one long ring of the bell. Finally I got tired of gluing her together. I bored a hole into her neck and stuck a small spike in the hole. Then I bored an