The Private Life of Greta Garbo (1931)

Record Details:

Title:
The Private Life of Greta Garbo
Date:
1931
Publisher:
New York: Doubleday
Volume:
The Private Life of Greta Garbo
Leaf #:
000266
Language:
English
Collection:
Hollywood Studio System
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
March 28, 2024
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THE PRIVATE LIFE OF GRETA GARBO 252 Garbo picture. As John Barrymore once said, “I, like every other actor in the film colony, hope some day to play with the Swedish star.” And Garbo herself had actually chosen Gordon for her lead, after all these months of his dreaming and hoping that he would meet her. The day he was to start on Romance he was hurrying to the studio in his car. Perhaps he was not watching the road as he dreamed of his wonderful good luck. Perhaps his mind was busy with the lines he would soon be saying to Greta Garbo. At any rate, he crashed and was thrown from his car to the pavement. He tried to get up. Knifelike pains shot up and down his arm. But he thought of only one thing: “I must get to the studio.” Somehow he got to his dressing room. He kept telling himself he was all right as he struggled with his make-up. The sweat poured down his face. Although he was weak from the sharp pains that kept darting up and down his arm he was determined that nothing should stop him from starting work that morning. But human nature can stand only so much.