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 #:
000174
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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THE PRIVATE LIFE OF GRETA GARBO 160 instead of hiding herself away in some quiet corner as she usually did. “When I arrived at the hotel I forgot which name Garbo was to have registered under,” laughed Gustaf. “She used two aliases. My name, Norin, and the name of Berger. “I stammered as I asked the clerk if Miss Norin was there. It just dawned on me that I might get into an embarrassing situation, as my name happened to be Norin too. The clerk laughed as he answered me, ‘You mean Miss Garbo, don’t you? We know who she is, alright. She is expecting you.’ “Garbo had succeeded in hiding her identity under her rough tweed clothes and dark glasses for a little over a week. She had had a few glorious days riding around through the park and hiking over the trails without being recognized. Then someone discovered who she was. As soon as people started staring at her and whispering about her she was anxious to get away. “She was ready and waiting for me when I knocked at her door. Her luggage was soon piled into the car. My orders were to drive fast. The